The Taste of Money - Male Vocal
The taste of money
The smell of wealth
Oh so tempting
But it's bad for your health
They're quick to tell you
There's not enough
We've got what we want
Keep your hands off our stuff!
You hear the warning
You get the point
Don't you dare to
Put their nose out-ta joint
They keep on saying
There's not enough
We've got what we want
Keep your hands off our stuff!
Once upon a time
We were taught to share
You heard it all the time
But they're all birds of a feather
Together in a crime
It's not what you're about
You feel the odd man out
Can you afford it?
Can you resist?
Making money
Grabbing hand over fist
They've got you cornered
They live a lie
But will you give in?
Give it a try?
'Cos no-one can quite resist
The taste of money
When I started out
The goals were very clear
Following a chosen path
Seemed a simple deal
You work and you get paid
You didn't wanna steal
You thought you'd make the grade
It don't come easy
All blood and tears
Learn the lesson
Seem they're all racketeers
Dressed in their fine clothes
They've got you hooked
They've got the knowhow
No turning back now
No-one can quite resist
The taste of money
The smell of wealth
Oh so tempting
But it's bad for your health
They're quick to tell you
There's not enough
We've got what we want
Keep your hands off our stuff!
You hear the warning
You get the point
Don't you dare to
Put their nose out-ta joint
They keep on saying
There's not enough
We've got what we want
Keep your hands off our stuff!
Once upon a time
We were taught to share
You heard it all the time
But they're all birds of a feather
Together in a crime
It's not what you're about
You feel the odd man out
Can you afford it?
Can you resist?
Making money
Grabbing hand over fist
They've got you cornered
They live a lie
But will you give in?
Give it a try?
'Cos no-one can quite resist
The taste of money
When I started out
The goals were very clear
Following a chosen path
Seemed a simple deal
You work and you get paid
You didn't wanna steal
You thought you'd make the grade
It don't come easy
All blood and tears
Learn the lesson
Seem they're all racketeers
Dressed in their fine clothes
They've got you hooked
They've got the knowhow
No turning back now
No-one can quite resist
The taste of money
Credits
Writer(s): Dick Walter
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