Other People's Money - Blitzen Trapper

Paint’s chippin' off of my wife’s wooden leg

She brought me a paintbrush and she pulled down the shades

She said, «would you take a good look honey

Into my eyes, I think it’s kind of funny

My head is full of other people’s money

Make time to sail

I’ll make a million and send you somethin' in the mail»

Ooh, it’s a farewell all the same

Ooh, as the faucet fills the drain, yeah, yeah, yeah

Paint’s chippin' off of my wife’s station wagon

Sittin' in the front yard like an old decrepit cow

It howls at the moon in Summer

It makes its way on a pilgrimage

Through the streets, back-ways and alleys, to where the river flows

Yeah, take your car and leave it out there where the go

Ooh, it’s a farewell all the same

Ooh, as the faucet fills the drain, yeah, yeah, yeah

The country is a coiled wire

Hammered into the back of the fire

How you handle all of your desires

It will plainly show

«If you take a good look honey

Into my eyes, I think it’s kind of funny

My head is full of other people’s money

Make time to sail

I’ll make a million and send you somethin' in the mail»

Ooh, it’s a farewell all the same

Ooh, as the fire falls down like rain, yeah, yeah, yeah