Clara Byrne - Money

Giving strangers your finest hours
Giving strangers your finest years
Then handing over your children
To the same beast that, broke you
A world built on wasted lives
Will always need to keep taking more
Look for the shit that they're not selling
Because pride in one's nation always has a price
And we always seem to pay with our lives
I hope they wake up from this dream some day
With blood stains on their hands
And there's nothing but a breath left to take
Maybe then they'll understand
They'll understand
They'll understand
They'll understand
That money can't hold your
That money can't hold your
Money can't hold your hand
For the slight of privileged who swirl in distraction
And for those who suffer in the now
The ground keeps shifting beneath us
While we try settling just to settle down
I will not passively grow more bodies
I will not wheel around their future wives
Just passing time with inaction
I won't let apathy take my life
I won't lay down without a fight
I hope they wake up from this dream some day
With blood stains on their hands
And there's nothing but a breath left to take
Maybe then they'll understand
They'll understand
They'll understand
They'll understand
That money can't hold your
That money can't hold your
Money, money, money, money, money
Can't hold your hand
No, no, no money can't money can't
No, no money can't money can't
No, no money can't money can't
Money can't hold your, money money money can't hold your
Money can't hold your, money money money can't hold your
Money can't hold your, money money money can't hold your
Money can't hold your, money money money can't hold your
Money can't hold your, money money money can't hold your
Money can't hold your, money money money can't hold your
I hope they wake up from this dream one day
With blood stains on their hands
And there's nothing but a breath left to take
Maybe then they'll understand
They'll understand
They'll understand
They'll understand
That money can't hold your
Money can't hold your
Hand

Written by:
ALEX RUSHMER, CLARA BYRNE, CONNOR JACKAMAN, HENRY PASCOE-SMITH, JOSHUA BOWES

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