Down the River Money has no real heart, Neither faith, hope, nor love; But the spark within never dies, And, can never be bought or sold. For, the dreams that are up for sale, Can transform into waking nightmares, As the high cost of living, remains the same, Whenever contentment comes at a high price. Selling ourselves a bill of goods, nobody will buy; Selling ourselves, and each other, down the river.
A dinosaur. Look at that Kent Brock man, he has all the money in the world but there's still something he can't buy.. Oh yeah what's that? ....... .. .... A dinosaur!
You collect your trust funds baby And I'll be a whore And we'll pretend we're just the same but I know, I know, I know, I know I know that I I am hiding The you I show to you is just a lie You take what you want You get what you take You take what you want You get what you take But I've got something, man That your fucking money cannot buy