Fake Money
ARKELLS · High Noon 2014 · Track 01 of 11
Oh you're just a boy, a little banker boy Everything's a game, and everyone's your toy While everyone was sleeping, dreaming dumb-ass dreams You're praying to gods who are meaningless to me You're preying on the weak, and those who don't believe
Oh it's just a game, a silly little game Everyone's a fool so you don't take any blame With entitled narcissism, you speak courageously You're praying to gods who are meaningless to me You're preying on the weak and those who don't believe
Oh, it's nothing but fake money. Yeah, it's nothing but fake money
We're just a bunch of fools, stupid little fools In a condensing voice you explain us the rules So share with us your wisdom, about how it's going to be You're praying to gods who are meaningless to me You're preying on the weak, and those who don't believe
Oh you're just a boy, a brazen little boy When everything's a battle, there's tactics to deploy Standing while you're sleeping, you're always on your feet Winning's in your religion, the alters where you preach You're praying to gods who are meaningless to me You're preying on the weak, and those who don't believe
Remember it's nothing but fake money Yah, it's nothing but fake money And you're some cowboy at High Noon You're playing a board game up in a board room
Remember it's nothing but fake money Yah, it's nothing but fake money And you're some cowboy at High Noon You're playing a board game up in a board room