It's Only Money, Tyrone
Josephine cracked; her eyes black and bloodied
Screamin' Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone
So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover
Put a bullet in her brain and threw her body off the bridge
(sssshhhhh)
Well nothin' was found till the Brown River flooded
And driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things
Stolen cars; cracked up, handguns and bodies
Given back, back to the world up above .
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Hey baby someday it comes back
The river's muddy guts backed up, exploded
Spillin' out the facts fast and a lot
Spillin' out the facts of the city's dirty secrets
Like a city surfacing from out of the black
Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of secrets
Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things
Stolen cars, train tracks, haz mats and bodies
Given back, back to the world up above
A bag of dead kittens,
And mufflers and engines,
An army of rats and Colt 45
Bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans
A porcelain Jesus, and your old Christmas trees
(All) busted and rotten, dismembered, forgotten,
Borrowed or stolen, purchased or hot,
Brokedown and useless, rusting, disgusting
On an unwelcome comeback
Are you ready or not?
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Hey baby someday it comes back
Screamin' Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone
So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover
Put a bullet in her brain and threw her body off the bridge
(sssshhhhh)
Well nothin' was found till the Brown River flooded
And driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things
Stolen cars; cracked up, handguns and bodies
Given back, back to the world up above .
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Hey baby someday it comes back
The river's muddy guts backed up, exploded
Spillin' out the facts fast and a lot
Spillin' out the facts of the city's dirty secrets
Like a city surfacing from out of the black
Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of secrets
Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things
Stolen cars, train tracks, haz mats and bodies
Given back, back to the world up above
A bag of dead kittens,
And mufflers and engines,
An army of rats and Colt 45
Bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans
A porcelain Jesus, and your old Christmas trees
(All) busted and rotten, dismembered, forgotten,
Borrowed or stolen, purchased or hot,
Brokedown and useless, rusting, disgusting
On an unwelcome comeback
Are you ready or not?
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Even if you don't want it
Hey baby someday it comes back
Credits
Writer(s): David Bielanko, Serge Bielanko
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