The Moneyz - Rare Americans

We’re in the money

We’re in the money

We’re in the money

We’re in…

A murder of crows

Follows everywhere we go

Scavenged by our past

Asking, «Can this really last?»

It’s the rub of the drug

Its the life under the rug

The best a man can get

Why am I suddenly all wet?

It’s a midnight moon

You pay attention when she croons

Son its getting late, early for you

It’s getting late, real early for you

Oh brother, oh brother, oh brother

The money, the moneyz

Follow the moneyz

The moneyz, the moneyz

Follow the moneyz

The money, the money

Follow the moneyz

The money, the moneyz

Follow the moneyz

You’re just not getting it

You’re just not seeing it

You’re just not getting it

You’re just not seeing it

(We're in the money)

(We're in the money)

Who blends well and who’s friends?

Ask whose ends depend

Who trades in the selling of likes?

Fake kids dress up, play pretend

Like they are actually psyched

About your brand new birthday bike

(to the beat)

We’re rattled, foggy, spooked

Lonely, lost, loveable, mooks

Wink of wolf as he glides past

Of your scent boy, I’m keeping track

Of your scent, boy I’m keeping track

Oh brother, oh brother, oh brother

The money, the moneyz

Follow the moneyz

The moneyz, the moneyz

Follow the moneyz

The money, the money

Follow the moneyz

The money, the moneyz

Follow the moneyz

You’re just not getting it

You’re just not seeing it

You’re just not getting it

You’re just not seeing it

You’re just not getting it

You’re just not seeing it

You’re just not getting it

You’re just not seeing it