Easy Money - Dappled Cities

Easy Money is as hard as gold

They were theft and you’re feeling old

To satisfy me

You need a very little seed

That will grow into a tree

Lit the fire in me that drags my shadow long in silver tea

Easy money is a silly billy heart

That was viciously moved apart

We hit the january blus or the july high

Is a goverment thing

And they’ll hug the 'why'

All their wording makes me so uneasy

When you’re bloody, you lose

Seed has grown and gorwn

Now the easy money’s all gone

Oh my

Oh my

Oh my

Oh my

Easy Money is as hard as gold

They were theft and you’re feeling old

To satisfy me

You need a very little seed

That will grow into a tree

Lit the fire in me that drags my shadow long in silver tea