Rich Folks' Hoax
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โฑ๏ธ 3:03 duration
๐ ID: 14763759
๐ Lyrics
The moon is hanging
In the purple sky
The baby's sleeping
While its mother sighs
Talking about the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes
And they park in basic places
The priest is preaching
From a shallow grave
He counts his money
Then he paints you saved
Talking to the young folks
Young folks share the same jokes
But they'd meet in older places
So don't tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed, I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going
The sun is shining
As it's always done
Coffin dust is the fate of every one
Talking about the rich folks
The poor create the rich hoax
And only late breast-fed fools believe it
So don't tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed, I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going
In the purple sky
The baby's sleeping
While its mother sighs
Talking about the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes
And they park in basic places
The priest is preaching
From a shallow grave
He counts his money
Then he paints you saved
Talking to the young folks
Young folks share the same jokes
But they'd meet in older places
So don't tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed, I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going
The sun is shining
As it's always done
Coffin dust is the fate of every one
Talking about the rich folks
The poor create the rich hoax
And only late breast-fed fools believe it
So don't tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed, I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.66] The moon is hanging
[00:11.56] In the purple sky
[00:17.33] The baby's sleeping
[00:19.35] While its mother sighs
[00:24.56]
[00:27.64] Talking about the rich folks
[00:31.82] Rich folks have the same jokes
[00:35.17] And they park in basic places
[00:41.68] The priest is preaching
[00:45.00] From a shallow grave
[00:50.74] He counts his money
[00:52.90] Then he paints you saved
[00:58.05]
[01:00.77] Talking to the young folks
[01:04.66] Young folks share the same jokes
[01:08.37] But they'd meet in older places
[01:14.17] So don't tell me about your success
[01:22.93] Nor your recipes for my happiness
[01:28.41]
[01:31.70] Smoke in bed, I never could digest
[01:37.63] Those illusions you claim to have going
[01:45.30] The sun is shining
[01:49.32] As it's always done
[01:55.23] Coffin dust is the fate of every one
[02:02.00]
[02:05.04] Talking about the rich folks
[02:09.54] The poor create the rich hoax
[02:12.71] And only late breast-fed fools believe it
[02:20.76] So don't tell me about your success
[02:30.38] Nor your recipes for my happiness
[02:37.66] Smoke in bed, I never could digest
[02:43.89] Those illusions you claim to have going
[02:48.72]
[00:11.56] In the purple sky
[00:17.33] The baby's sleeping
[00:19.35] While its mother sighs
[00:24.56]
[00:27.64] Talking about the rich folks
[00:31.82] Rich folks have the same jokes
[00:35.17] And they park in basic places
[00:41.68] The priest is preaching
[00:45.00] From a shallow grave
[00:50.74] He counts his money
[00:52.90] Then he paints you saved
[00:58.05]
[01:00.77] Talking to the young folks
[01:04.66] Young folks share the same jokes
[01:08.37] But they'd meet in older places
[01:14.17] So don't tell me about your success
[01:22.93] Nor your recipes for my happiness
[01:28.41]
[01:31.70] Smoke in bed, I never could digest
[01:37.63] Those illusions you claim to have going
[01:45.30] The sun is shining
[01:49.32] As it's always done
[01:55.23] Coffin dust is the fate of every one
[02:02.00]
[02:05.04] Talking about the rich folks
[02:09.54] The poor create the rich hoax
[02:12.71] And only late breast-fed fools believe it
[02:20.76] So don't tell me about your success
[02:30.38] Nor your recipes for my happiness
[02:37.66] Smoke in bed, I never could digest
[02:43.89] Those illusions you claim to have going
[02:48.72]