JULIA STONE lyrics - By The Horns

Bloodbuzz Ohio

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Stand up straight at the foot of your love I lift my shirt up Stand up straight at the foot of your love I lift my shirt up I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees I'll never marry but Ohio don't remember me Lay my head on the hood of your car I take it too far Lay my head on the hood of your car I take it too far I still owe money to the money to the money I owe I never thought about love when I thought about home I still owe money to the money to the money I owe The floors are falling out from everybody I know I'm on a blood buzz Yes I am I'm on a blood buzz I'm on a blood buzz God I am I'm on a blood buzz I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees I'll never marry but Ohio don't remember me I still owe money to the money to the money I owe I never thought about love when I thought about home I still owe money to the money to the money I owe The floors are falling out from everybody I know I'm on a blood buzz Yes I am I'm on a blood buzz I'm on a blood buzz God I am I'm on a blood buzz

Blood Money

Church
Blind with dollars, Bought and sold. And you pay for everything in cold, hard cash. Better read through the fine print, you sift through the ash. In the hand, blood money. In the sand, blood money. She's worth the ransom. He says, Do you accept my card, Or can I pay for it now in cold, hard cash? I'm priceless, you're worthless, but it's not a bad match. And I know you understand, it's blood money. There's such a big demand, for blood money. A hundred and fifty grand, blood money. It's flowing under the land, like blood money. He's worth the ransom. She says, Why can't you get hot? Because you pay for this now in cold, hard cash. You make the front page, I'm gonna bring back the lash. Then I know you'll understand, it's blood money. There's duch a big demand, for blood money. A hundred and fifty grand, blood money. It's flowing under the land, like blood money.

Where's The Love

SYLEENA JOHNSON "Chapter 4: Labor Pains"
[Chorus:] You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (You can get money, money can’t buy love) You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (money, power) Money, power, respect [Verse One:] More ice than an Eskimo Big crib, a C.E.O. White Range on 44’s But no love to call your own (Heyyyyyyy) You can get money But what is it to gain a world You can buy material things When the greatest gift of all is love [Chorus:] You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (You can get money, money can’t buy love) You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (money, power) Money, power, respect Bright lights, fancy clothes, Front row at fashion shows First class and limousines But what does it really mean (Heyyyyyy) You can get money But what is it to gain a world You can buy material things When the greatest gift of all is love [Chorus:] You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (You can get money, money can’t buy love) You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (money, power) Money, power, respect [TEEFA: YOU KNO THAS REAL TALK FOR YA] [RAP:] [T:] Yea [SJ:] Teefa!!! [T:] ha ha ha wat up ma [SJ:] lets sho ‘em how Chicago do [T:] Fo’ Sho [SJ:] Let’s Go [T:] He can provide for ya [?] Shops spend every quarter, nickle, dime on ya (yea) He on the grind no time for ya Benz dealership he’ll cosign for ya Drop the down payment the house & the games This ain’t love This a business arrangement Shit! He wanna touch me, hold me Keep me on display like I’m a trophy They say diamonds a girls best homie Dude won’t even talk and try to get to know me But if he did he’ll realize I don’t really give a shit He can keep the money and the crib, dig! It’s like a good job, where the salary is the shit But you hate the gig If it’s no love it’s bogus Matter fact I quit Fuck a two week notice Ha Ha [Chorus:] You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (You can get money, money can’t buy love) You can get money You can have power Yea, but where is the love? (money, power) Money, power, respect

Bad Reputation

David Wilcox
CANADIAN ARTIST DAVID WILCOX Hey I don't sell it I don't deal it I don't buy it Don't have to steal it Got your blood running through my veins I ain't crying for your pity It's a shame It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That's to blame You can spend it I don't want it It won't pay for my sins You can deal her She don't count for much She's your mistress She's your lover She's your mother She's your wife She ain't even spare change in your life It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That's to blame It's a shame Hey! I don't need you I don't want you I don't love you no more I ain't crying for your kisses It's a shame It's your blood money That's to blame They'll steal you They'll rob you They'll rape you They'll fake you They'll make you They'll break you They'll deal you 'Til you learn It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That you burn Ow! Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood a-money money Money money money Money money money Money money money Money money money Money money money

Brain Fever

David Wilcox
CANADIAN ARTIST DAVID WILCOX Hey I don't sell it I don't deal it I don't buy it Don't have to steal it Got your blood running through my veins I ain't crying for your pity It's a shame It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That's to blame You can spend it I don't want it It won't pay for my sins You can deal her She don't count for much She's your mistress She's your lover She's your mother She's your wife She ain't even spare change in your life It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That's to blame It's a shame Hey! I don't need you I don't want you I don't love you no more I ain't crying for your kisses It's a shame It's your blood money That's to blame They'll steal you They'll rob you They'll rape you They'll fake you They'll make you They'll break you They'll deal you 'Til you learn It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That you burn Ow! Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood a-money money Money money money Money money money Money money money Money money money Money money money

Live Nude Cabaret

JACKSON BROWNE "Time The Conqueror"
I went to the Live Nude Cabaret To see what I could see And I saw the ladies dancing And I guess that they saw me Neither did I vanquish, or surrender to desire But what I saw revealed to me Was just more fuel on the fire I've heard form follows function And I think that must be true Especially when you think of What the female form will do Its lines and shapes are everywhere As if they follow me Repeating my own longing in everything I see Star of happiness, star of love Lead us to the shore That only women hold the promise of Men would give them money And men would give them gold And shower them with promises Of luxury untold And make their vessels of creation The temples of our souls Ohhhhh let my people go Sea of loneliness, sea of love Carry me upon your endless depths And bear my heart above For I would give her money And I would give her jewels And lead her to the palace my imagination rules And fashion from her nakedness The innocence that's gone Gone as the time she's given the suffering of fools

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