I've been wanting to say the word but it don't seem right yet Like a warm locomotive going cold I've been sleeping odd for a while Where the bushes come in all kind of colors Where I learn to stay awake
I am buzzing like a chainsaw So I turn to you, we talk about the weather And I guess you feel the same Guess you think you want what I've got
Million after million through my head and pocket Thousands and thousands it never ends Here is what I do and here is when I profit Buildings collapse and I build them back up again
Like a doctor and an astronaut would agree with eachother I can tell by your smile that you're ready to take a chance on me Where I sing a song to say there's nothing wrong with me now I am steady like a trackdog And the women and the children have their heads on backwards Now I think you've caught what I've got
Million after million through my head and pocket Thousands and thousands it never ends Here is what I do and here is when I profit Buildings collapse and I build them back up again
Compositores: Jacob Moesgaard Bellens, Rune Kielsgaard Nielsen, Jeppe Jensen Skovbakke, Jacob Funch Mogensen, Jakob Bro ECAD: Obra #5291671