Blue Money — текст песни (Sons Of The Desert)

(Greg Barnhill/Jim Daddario)

Julie was a girl of modest means
Used to a high school beauty queen
Wound up on the wrong end of a dream
And said never again
Started livin` life for the bottom line
Married her a man well past his prime
Forty million dollars and not much time now
She`s payin` for the perfect crime on

Blue, blue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that`s left is a heartache made of gold

He bought her a house in the Hollywood hills
There were parties and the room was filled with
Stars fallin` from the usual thrills
It was fun for awhile
But there`s a prison in paradise
They never tell you when they throw the rice
That pretty mirrors don`t look so nice
When you`re standing on the desperate side of

Blue, blue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that`s left is a heartache made of gold

It`s a Saturday night again
The same faces come tricklin` in
She`s got a lover but he ain`t no friend
He`s just someone to hold
She feels alone and she steps outside
Stares out at the valley lights
Pours a drink and she starts to cry
She`s got it all and she can`t get by on

Blue, blue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that`s left is a heartache made of gold