Perfect Money
(Walters)
How many times did we hear about your rules of life
Your drowning blueprint of every kindred detail in kingly right
So when did you decide that a whim wasn't fun anymore
The room gets cold without the mess of life to keep it warm
Don't you sting like a bee making worker money
Don't you pretend to be such a perfect honey
When they told you to dream they meant a happy space
Where there isn't anything left for you to leave of place
Blue and red might combine to turn a finer friend
And yellow fear might just give way to recompense
Don't tell me that I'm dumb for feeling fine
Don't you understand this life is mine?
We missed you up in Taylor Park last year
We shot on down to see the fireworks and have a beer
And when you do decide to come on out from the cold
The rain might settle in and you might drown in sorrows old
Blue and red might combine to turn a finer friend
And yellow fear might just give way to recompense
Don't tell me that I'm dumb for feeling fine
Don't you understand this life is mine?
Don't you sting like a bee making worker money
Don't you pretend to be such a perfect honey
When they told you to dream they meant a happy space
Where there isn't anything left for you to leave of place
Copyright 2002
Matt Walters
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