Sad is the world when the wives are made to beg Love is dead 'Pa is away as they tuck the kids in bed Done by her instead Money makes the house run smooth So the kids are missing out on school Am I the only one who's thinking this? Where has our money gone? Where has our money gone? I demand to know
I've been losing sleep My bones are shattered from this dance Because we are the dancing dolls of Porcelain We dance the horah to their strings
Howl is the sound when we stare up to the skies This life is lies Thirst is the norm when we queue outside the vaults We receive the payment, adds an injury to insult If wealth could be a desert spring And nourish drought this wasteland we live in Am I the only one who's thinking this? Could be a better place, could be a better place Let the rapids flow
I've been losing sleep My bones are shattered from this dance Because we are the dancing dolls of Porcelain We dance the horah to their strings
A pirouette-esque march The constitution of this life And we are whipped at heart Because no one wants to starve Pay the toll or die
I've been losing sleep My bones are shattered from this dance Because we are the dancing dolls of Porcelain We dance the horah to their strings
Compositores: Georgia Shirley Train (Bitter Ruin), Benjamin James Richards ECAD: Obra #25397494