Rich — текст песни (Lloyd Cole)

She left you 1958

When the thought of another fifteen years

Was more than she could face

But did you miss her much well hey

You never gave her too much thought

In your newspaper grey

So waste away to morro bay

You never got around to yesterday

But money is for taking yes

And rich is what to be forsaken grey

And giving it away

And even jesus has a price

Youre making credit card donations to television faith healers

Born again missionaries come to morro bay

They saved your body but your mind hey

And everything you earned

Youre going to throw it all away

And waste away tomorrow

C.a. is where everybody falls down off the wagon under the wheels

Remember 1970

When the thought of a day without a drink

Was more than you could face

But did you miss her much well hey

You never gave her too much thought

In your newspaper grey

So waste away to morro bay

Saved your body but your mind paid

But money is for taking yes

And rich is what to be forsaken

Grey and giving it away

Youre going to hurt somebody if you can

Youre going to make somebody understand

Baby youre a rich man

Baby youre a rich man