Economics lyrics
by The Dear Hunter
Your words they tell like teeth through the rotten show
You say the money's on the table
The money's on the table
Well I don't think I'll be able to fetch the cash this time
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to respect myself this time
Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore
No this time I think I'll walk away
Then I just might to be able I might be able
Think I might be able to respect myself this time
Because it's part of me it's economics
I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try
It's not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin
No my friend I'm not for sale anymore