Everyday I Think Of Money

Every Day I Think Of Money - Lo Mejor del Rock de los 90

Written by：Lo Mejor del Rock de los 90

I drive a truck

It carries money

And everyday I dream up my fantasies

Yesterday I bought my beach house

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

Stuck in the back the good life surrounds me

Could tie my right hand man and put him some place

Then I'd ditch the truck and buy a new face

Everyday I think of money

Everyday I think of something

Can't buy you love can't give you soul

Can pick you up can down you low

Can drag you out of the hole

And you dug yourself out of again

Sat in a truck

It carries convicts

My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs

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