Hard Cash

Smoke over the city's soul
Pollutes our sons and daughters
You can fall asleep on sheets of gold
And still wake up a pauper

We all get old
We all slow down
As the walls they close
We fall we're drowning

I need some breathing space
I won't grow old with grace
I need some breathing space
I can't keep living straight...

We ain't gonna linger and lie low
When there's hard cash coming back
No way I'll just sit here when I know
That there's hard cash coming back

Hard hard cash
Don't want no easy money

Money couldn't buy me happiness
Just a prettier misery
There's a price to pay
For a life of luxury

The air is thin
The glare the smoke and
The wear within
It tears it's choking

I need some breathing space
I won't grow old with grace
I need some breathing space
I can't keep living straight...

We ain't gonna linger and lie low
When there's hard cash coming back
No way I'll just sit here when I know
That there's hard cash coming back

Hard hard cash
Don't want no easy money

And now that we have all arrived
My friends get in your cars and drive



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Dunne
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