Текст (слова) песни: Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - How Much Do You Pay?

No one really understands the experience that change lives
That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste
So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly
painted on a robotic face
But not this man, he played the bucket with his hands
And got paid but it was change people dropped in his can
twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by description
But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that position
But I`ve never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes
As he blistered fingers paint down on the plastic
And in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense
While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic
He sits on the corner of 7th and 1st
And I was thirsty for a question anyone would nurse
One day I asked he why he gave up his career
He said, "I didn`t, I just took off the name tag" then he added

Make Money and die that`s the American Way
It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play

So I took in what was said but I didn`t accept it
Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn`t admit it
I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now would
improve my future existence somehow
So I said, you don`t accomplish nothing sitting in the street
And I`m sure you barely survive on the pennies you gather
He said, to your surprise I make enough to eat
And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters
He looked me in my face and told me I was a puppet
And what I do is no more important than playing a bucket
I still hear his voice when I set my alarm before bed
I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes

Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play

See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I`m a doctor
Carry an eye by my buckle wear a gold badge and say I`m a copper
Maybe I`m just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the
deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot
survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria`s offers, caught your calls and
called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough
to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my frenzy
When I taught my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became less dumb
I`m working for bread crumbs
Pretending there`s a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I`m desperately beating
And one day, I`ll be old and retired
Looking at my life like what a waste of good fire
All because school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn`t hire

Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
Make Money and die that`s the American Way
But hey, here`s my application, how much do y`all pay

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - How Much Do You Pay? No one really understands the experience that change lives That pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly painted on a robotic face But not this man, he played the bucket with his hands And got paid but it was change people dropped in his can twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by description But I guess all of a sudden he resigned from that position But I`ve never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes As he blistered fingers paint down on the plastic And in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic He sits on the corner of 7th and 1st And I was thirsty for a question anyone would nurse One day I asked he why he gave up his career He said, "I didn`t, I just took off the name tag" then he added Make Money and die that`s the American Way It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play Make Money and die that`s the American Way It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play So I took in what was said but I didn`t accept it Well maybe I did I mean I just wouldn`t admit it I was too committed to the belief that all the hard work from now would improve my future existence somehow So I said, you don`t accomplish nothing sitting in the street And I`m sure you barely survive on the pennies you gather He said, to your surprise I make enough to eat And I accomplish just as much as you only I stop pretending my job matters He looked me in my face and told me I was a puppet And what I do is no more important than playing a bucket I still hear his voice when I set my alarm before bed I never could wash what he said out of my head, so fuck it, it goes Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play See I could dress myself up in a white coat and say I`m a doctor Carry an eye by my buckle wear a gold badge and say I`m a copper Maybe I`m just a sloppy lazy crazy carbon copy part of the heart of the deranged nation that gave me the generation ecstasy under water, I forgot survive mind wash slaughtered by Austria`s offers, caught your calls and called your forefathers my bosses, lost it all in the name of gaining enough to spin, consuming the youth ... amp my frenzy When I taught my man playing away on his drum Something clicked in my brain and I became less dumb I`m working for bread crumbs Pretending there`s a meaning But my employment is just a bucket, I`m desperately beating And one day, I`ll be old and retired Looking at my life like what a waste of good fire All because school never taught me how to be inspired And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn`t hire Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way It don`t matter what name you gave the bucket that you play Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way Make Money and die that`s the American Way But hey, here`s my application, how much do y`all pay Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни How Much Do You Pay?: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/11583.html Все тексты песен: Eyedea (Oliver Hart) » Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - Step by Step » Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - How Much Do You Pay? » Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - Here For You » Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - Soundtrack of a Romance » Eyedea (Oliver Hart) - Bottle Dreams Рекомендуем скачать: » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Мужики и бабы » Яков Коган - Душа » Яна Симон - Французская песенка » Яна Симон - Моя Кармен » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Белый ангел » Яков Кофман - Рояль на рынке или рынок на Рояле » Яков Коган - Сон семилетнего » Ярослав Юдин - Про купца Иванова » Яков Кофман - Романс » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Подходит трамвай. А ну, не зевай!.. » Ярослав Юдин - Случайный сюжет » Яна Симон - Она не ходила с пустым ведром... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Зимним вечером птицу певчую принесёт на огонь... » Яков Кофман - Язык мой – крест мой и ярмо » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты)
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