Burn Money Burn

Burn, money; burn

I don’t like the wheels that you turn

You don’t know the value of things

I still like your bells when they ring

Burn, money; burn

What i was taught is not what i learn

I don’t need an iq-score to beat

Take my heart, there’s nothing to compete

You could say that

Love’s late for someone

You could say that

Love waits on someone

Sing, my heart; sing

I know that you can change anything

I cross the street and lean on the wind

The truth is like a whisper, laughing

Sting, my heart; sting

Our enemy must save their own skin

It just takes a spark to light across

If they could, they would want to be like us