Money Men Hilltop
I took a walk in the cold night air
On the streets outside of a money men hilltop
Took a look to the city tonight
And the view is bright from a money men hilltop
I look at you fools down there
And I shake my head at the problems you got
And I feel in the back of my head
I could do some good but I know that I will not
Took a ride in my jag tonight
Through the streets I fly of a money men hilltop
Got my baby by my side
And a thin disguise on a money men hilltop
I see you in the corner of my eye
But I drive right by as you lie in a park lot
And I don't even stop to wonder why
I'm a have and you're a have not
Laying low in a concrete canyon
God knows I know you're there
Far away from a world that matters
God knows I know you're there
And the fight is over now
But the light it leaves the sky
Little hope for a shot down rabbit now
And the crowd cries why, why why
I don't care what you wanted to say man,
I can see you're a fucked up big shot
Roll around on your big fat tummy there,
Take a look at all the things that you got
When the man at the top cries out
I don't care what price this anarchy will stop
I ask myself what's right
As I turn my eyes to the money men hilltop
In the light of a thousand fires
In the eyes of a beat up dreadlock
I can see your anger rise
Rise up to break this deadlock
All the beautiful hope the dog lies down this time
But I know that it will not
And the hands of a billion lives
Reach out tonight to the money men hilltop
On the streets outside of a money men hilltop
Took a look to the city tonight
And the view is bright from a money men hilltop
I look at you fools down there
And I shake my head at the problems you got
And I feel in the back of my head
I could do some good but I know that I will not
Took a ride in my jag tonight
Through the streets I fly of a money men hilltop
Got my baby by my side
And a thin disguise on a money men hilltop
I see you in the corner of my eye
But I drive right by as you lie in a park lot
And I don't even stop to wonder why
I'm a have and you're a have not
Laying low in a concrete canyon
God knows I know you're there
Far away from a world that matters
God knows I know you're there
And the fight is over now
But the light it leaves the sky
Little hope for a shot down rabbit now
And the crowd cries why, why why
I don't care what you wanted to say man,
I can see you're a fucked up big shot
Roll around on your big fat tummy there,
Take a look at all the things that you got
When the man at the top cries out
I don't care what price this anarchy will stop
I ask myself what's right
As I turn my eyes to the money men hilltop
In the light of a thousand fires
In the eyes of a beat up dreadlock
I can see your anger rise
Rise up to break this deadlock
All the beautiful hope the dog lies down this time
But I know that it will not
And the hands of a billion lives
Reach out tonight to the money men hilltop
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Writer(s): Neil Robertson
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