Stereophonics - Everyday I Think Of Money текст песни

I drive a truck, it carries money
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies
Yesterday I bought my beach house
A little place just off the coast of France

Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of running

I love my truck, I love my family
Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some
Then I'd ditch the truck and I'd buy a new face

Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of some way

Can't buy you a love, can't give you a soul
Can pick you up, can down you low
Can drag you out of the hole
That you dug yourself, out of, again

Sat in a truck, it carries convicts
My hands are bound, to the seat by hand-cuffs
Tomorrow I'll maybe walk around the yard
Or paint in my cell and hate imprisonment

Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I miss my family