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Easy Money

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

It's difficult. It's very tough.
 I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough
 To sit within a fragrant breeze
 All among the nodding trees
 That hang heavy with the stuff

He threw his arms around my neck
 He brushed the tear from my cheek
 And held my soft white hand
 He was an understanding man
 He did not even barely hardly speak

Easy money
 Rain it down on the wife and the kids
 Rain it down on the house where we live
 Rain until you got nothing left to give
 And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me

All the things for which my heart yearns
 Gives joy in diminishing returns
 He kissed me on the mouth
 His hands they headed south
 And my cheek it burned

Money, man, it is a b*tch
 The poor, they spoil it for the rich
 With my face pressed in the clover
 I wondered when this would be over
 And at home we are all so guilty-sad

Easy money
 Pour it down the open drain
 Pour it all through my veins
 Pour it down, yeah, let it rain
 And pour that ever-loving stuff down on me

Now, I'm sitting pretty down on the bank
 Life shuffles past at a low interest rate
 In the money-coloured meadows
 And all the interesting shadows
 They leap up, then dissipate

Easy money
 Easy money
 Easy money
 Rain it down on the wife and the kids
 Rain it down on the house where we live
 Rain it down until you got nothing left to give
 And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me					
					
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