Oh I really wanna know, so tell me, where does all the money go, where does all the money go, straight, straight up her nose
When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The citys hard the citys fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt
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