For Money Or Love
by:
Like Young
Your cheap plans have left me stranded here.
There's nothing I can do, I look at deathly grins.
All eyes swell when they see me punch the door.
Aloof and I'm beaten, all the calls are moot.
I'll take the call. I'm helpless, but I will;
because I hate your money.
My skin is crawling.
I see breath which makes me damn the day.
The fall for a lazy lie promised to me.
When you wake, do you see the pain you've caused?
Aware and forbidden, this was all for love.
I'll take the call, I'm helpless but I will;
Cause I hate your money, hate your money.
My skin's crawling
It'll keep crawling.
My skin's crawling
It'll keep crawling.
huuuuuuwoah
Mark both of my lips, mark both of my lips
You will be fired
Mark both of my lips, mark both of my lips
