Letra de CANDYMAN - Sub Urban

I make more

Mama told you to hate the rich man when you're poor, make more

'Cause one day finally I realized there's no encore

I don't know if anybody is whole, the moment's gone

There's no paradise, just whimsical woes and charlatans

Chase that bag then (Dig your hole)

Realize there's no miracles

Just luck and sex and made up goals

I make more but (I'm a poor soul)

You don't know what you know or what you don't

Guess that's the charm

Curiosity makes all the more dough

Just throw the dart (Oh)

Chase that bag then (Dig your hole)

Realize there's no miracles

Just luck and sex and made up goals

I make more but (I'm a poor soul)

Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich

Let's eat the rich

Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich

I heard they taste like chocolate

Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich

Let's eat the rich

Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich

I heard they taste like chocolate

Chase that bag then (Dig your hole)

Realize there's no miracles

Just luck and sex and made up goals

I make more but (I'm a poor soul)

It is with the greatest pleasure

That the King and Queen announce the betrothal of their dearly beloved son—Zapatero, ¿Qué opina usted del gobierno de Zapatero?

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