Lyrics
Well, fortune is a good thing they say,
so I headed out to find it
but I’m still talking to you
from the bottom of the well
with a bucket full of hope
it gets cold here sometimes,
but I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be
we push the night away and I wonder where we’ve been
we still believe, believe…
We’ll find a way, find the time, find Dinero
We’ll find a way, find the time, find Dinero
Man I’ve slept in your bathtub for too long
so I’m all soaked up
Polluted with all the smut that defines gravity,
your holy empire
You’ve got it down to an art to punish the weak
where it hurts ‘em the most
we dream away with style and I wonder where we are
we still believe, believe…
