Songtext von Crooked Mile

Anyone can see what a long way home it's been Nothing comes for free Money talks and buys your dreams It's a merry go You gotta go around until you make your name Do you wanna go Have another go and do it all again? Just pick your feet up (You got to walk that crooked mile) Don't mess your beat up (When you talk that crooked style) Just pick your feet up (Got to walk that crooked mile) It's all talk, it's all talk So just walk Find a silver coin Save it for your rainy day But when it comes to spend It's pissing down on your parade Need a job Gotta find a job but you might as well go Sell a fridge Try to sell a fridge to an Eskimo Well just pick your feet up (You got to walk that crooked mile) Don't mess your beat up (When you talk that crooked style) Just pick your feet up (Got to walk that crooked mile) It's all talk, it's all talk So just walk... Mary Mary quite contraire Silver bells and golden hair What would make your garden grow? Cash bags in a row!!!