Rob Moir - Ghost Money
I've got a suitcase full of violins I've got an eyelid full of diamonds City birds on billboards sing with the sirens I gotta keep my composure Next to your complexion I don't want to be loved by nobody new Cuz they'll lie to me Like they lie to you There was once no accountability We were once punks in love Now were businessmen trying to swallow our tongues Roll around like world jungle cats I hear the voices coming from that Old familiar sound of ghosts making love You'll be whatever you want to be It's only rock n roll It will be what it wants to be If you love something Carve your name into it If it loves you same, then it's yours to hold in combat I've got a few tricks up my sleeve For private school girls who make believe That daddy's got nothing but love in his eyes Bloodlines all speaking truth Preachers are mating with the youth Take in the North Bay bar room lights Cuz they'll lie to me Like I lie to you That's what the ghost wants
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