King Kill 33°
Each morn I sit and watch the waters, as your waves
drift gently inwards. The gentle breeze that brings
your smile will caress my wayward spirit. I hear your
voice as you drift away on an everlasting tide. The
passing skies that reflect in shadows become distant
lies. Know me, see me as I am. Hole me, embrace me in
your arms. Let me feel as the water raises higher...
Let me see as I understand at last. Pull me down into
the depths of your love... And now I know as I
understand at last. I bring you my pain, again and
again. I see you now through
Wall Street Shuffle
Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the Sterling crumble
You need a yen to make a mark
If you wanna make money
You need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be Getty, Rothschild
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime
But you ain't got the time
Doin' the....
Doin' the....
Oh, Howard Hughes
Did your money make you better?
Are you waiting for the hour
When you can screw me?
'Cos you're big enough
To do the Wall Street Shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you'd sell your mother
You can buy another
Doin' the....
Doin' the....
You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you're living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing
On Wall Street