When the Money’s Gone Lyrics – Bobby Conn
Singer: Bobby Conn
Title: When the Money’s Gone
I feel in fashion when we f#ck in the dark
Like the pilgrims used to do
And if were missionary, keep it simple
It’s Sunday morning and it’s great to be alive
I’m begging Noah for a place on the ark
When the water starts to rise
And even though I know the ice is melting
It’s cold in Paris and it’s great to be alive
Oh!
Now dawn is breaking and we drunk all the wine
But I’m scared to use phone
Oh get the door I think there’s someone knocking
The birds are singing and it’s great to be alive
So pack your bags we’re leaving
Cos’ I can’t afford the bills
Noah’s guardian airplane
And we’re heading for the kill
We line near sugar mountain
There’s a lodge open near the peak
A week of meditation
And we’re not allowed to speak
But will you love me when the money’s gone?
Oh no!
It’s gone
It’s all gone
Will you still love me when the money’s gone?
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