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8th Day
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Money Room
The lights were on but it was dark Men in bow-ties lined up at the door The room was for rich men And I thought I'd never been there before
The room was a secret But we all knew what it was for The rich men of my town like Milton Kishenor
It's just you and the Holy One And a silver box If you've got an extra penny you drop it in the box If you need to feed your family Take whatever you need from the money room
No one can ever know If they're a taker with a plight No one can ever know if they're a giver in the night
'Cuz on the outside yeah they're all the same With their smiles cigars in those picture frames And their fancy cars like Milton Kishenor
When I traveled back to my town To see the room and just to know for sure There was a line of suits and bow-ties Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And an old man sitting at the door
The old man was laughing Telling men from near and far The money room is the world we live in Only you know who you are
It's just you and the Holy One And a silver box If you've got an extra penny drop it in the box But if you need to feed your family Take whatever you need from the money room
No one can ever know If you're a taker with a plight No one can ever know If you're a giver in the night
'Cuz on the outside, yeah, we're all the same With our smiles cigars and our picture frames And our fancy cars like Milton Kishenor
Living in the money room.
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