I'm lacking self esteem
Thought you were sowing the seeds
A banker flew over me
Too bad I didn't become one
And I say Yeah
Sad Sunday Evening
Boy I cry healing my sins
I've had enough of fake n' funny faces
And now it's your turn to receive mine
Yeah.
And while my pillow sleeps
You oughta move out your shine
Life's so impatien
Do too muchYou trip
As long as there's music
We'll be freeSinging
Yeah
Make money
Make money
Show off
Your fashionable
It wasn't our fault to be born as a gift
There's only one god
I believe in
Yeah.,