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Money For The Honey, Honey For The Money

You workin’ in bars, ridin’ in cars
Never gonna give it for free
Your apartment with a view on the finest avenue
Lookin’ at your beat on the street
You’re always pushin’, shovin’, satisfied with nothing
You bitch, you must be gettin’ old…

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Hear it talk, money’s got mouth, and baby it’s damn dirty

Got the million dollar tongue moving up and down to serve me

Drop the nickel down the drain, don’ worry, I’ll make it rain

Get your kicks at the bottomline and squeeze me ’til I’m drained

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I may have a silver mansion, but you’ve got them golden fingers

Expensive aftershave may stick for a while, but cheap perfume lingers

What would you do for a taste of the good life, a for bite of luxury?

Before you get to the forbidden apple, you gotta climb the tree

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Business is goin’ slow but we’ll spend our time in lucrative ways

If I’m already standing at the finish line, then sweetheart it ain’t a race

I’ll buy you everything you want if you sell me the one thing I need

I swear it’s a fair trade, a hint of sweet is enough to staunch the greed

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This aristocrat has got lands to rule, but I only need your territory

Let me conquer the unknown, tame the savage, satisfy my curiosity

I’m not payin’ to see the show, I’m payin’ to have it made and built

A smile and a signed contract, and I’m yours, and so is the wealth

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It’s a bit of a cheapshot, I know, but it’s rather rich, coming from me

‘Cause I already have a sturdy shelf, and all I’m missing is a shiny trophy

But oh no no, we don’t gotta shake hands, only bodies to seal the deal

What d’you do for money, honey? Let’s sell out free dignity for valuable thrills.

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So stop your life on the road
All your diggin’ for gold
You make me wonder
Yes I wonder, I wonder
Honey, what do you do for money
Honey, what do you do for money
Where do you get your kicks?

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Small Talk

“If I die now, you’ll be fine, wouldn’t you?” Came the morbid question, startlingly from out of nowhere, the tone rather earnest and solemn, as the rest of her contradictory body moved to pack up her bright clothes and stunning makeup in preparation for the party she was going to attend in that very evening; a glamorous night out in the city hotel for endless hours of revelry and colourful strobe lights and dancing with her inebriated friends.

“Not if I die first.” Was the equally-morbid devil-may-care reply, swift and acerbic, passed off in a jovial manner, accompanied by an amused grin and a playful hand slap, as he continued to stare jadedly at the glaring screen of his computer, thinking about the bottles of whiskey and cola that he secretly stashed away at the very back of the fridge, to be consumed later on at midnight in his bedroom with some crisps; a little party of his own.

They both smiled at each other quietly and let the conversation slide, and they went about with their business. They knew neither one was joking. And they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. So they just pretended to laugh.

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Pulsus Ex Ordine

You knocked on my door in the middle of the night

When I was unguarded and too weary to fight

Asked meekly to stay, if I had a room

But behind those despondent eyes lied my utter doom

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And how such a pompous fool I was

To let you underhandedly slip away

And being a huge impeccable crass

You promptly overdued your stay

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I tried to patch up all the abyssal holes

To cover up all your faithless lies

And yet you still slipped into your goals

And contravened to comply

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I still don’t understand why you hounded me so

I did nothing wrong, I ebbed in my flow

You stalk and scream at me, to cause my heart harm

You even tried blinding me with your sickening charm

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Chased me away like the wild animal you are

You can’t even allow me to have my fun anymore

I tasted the universe, but you crashed my stars

And pulled it apart so it can never be restored

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Now it’s destroyed, it’s my world’s end

It was too late when I tried to defend

You stand there laughing at my sorrow

Heartless creature, are you satisfied now?

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Honestly, it never really was your fault

Because I’ve been too confident and proud

That I could restrain and make you halt

Thus doing so I spelled out my decimation aloud

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What now? Will you run from what you caused?

I suppose the bad guys never look at explosions

Filthy vagrant, set fire to all my work

Then left me pounding my fists in the cold hard dirt

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Okay, I admit, I’ve been driven out and utterly defeated

You can take my keys, my business here’s no more

But always keep this little prayer swirling in your head

You will always repulse me to my very core.

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