Money

Text und Musik: Michael M. Jung

Sitting on a small bench dreaming of a new land

waiting for the day of salvation

all the disappointments running through my head makes

everything dark and grey

and I wonder why you came so far

and I wonder why you lost your dreams

you’re driving now an amazing car

but you’re loosing all your very best friends

And I see

what money could make you do

Walking through the city park watching all the grey clouds

waiting for the rain to come

I got a feeling of pain and a feeling of anger

and I don’t know who is really to blame

is it me or something I have done

or is it just a matter of time

don’t you see the bastard you become

don’t you see the horses running away

All the things we shared and all the things we did

are gone forever there is nothing left inside

and all the angels in my mind are crying bloody tears

cause everything you seemed to be was wrong so wrong

Big life share price cash flow Wall Street

dividends making your day great

sympathy friendship misery justice

doesn’t make sense to you

so you are gone to Babylon and I’m still here on my small bench

the more I think the more I dream

the more I can’t deny