Dollar Days

Cash girls suffer me, I’ve got no enemies I’m walking down It’s nothing to me It’s nothing to see If I never see the English evergreens I’m running to It’s nothing to me It’s nothing to see I’m dying to Push their backs against the grain And fool them all again and again I’m trying to We bitches tear our magazines Those Oligarchs with foaming mouths come Now and then Don’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you I’m trying to I’m dying to Dollar days Survival sex honour stretching tails to necks I’m falling down It’s nothing to me It’s nothing to see If I never see the English evergreens I’m running to It’s nothing to me It’s nothing to see I’m dying to Push their backs against the grain And fool them all again and again I’m trying to It’s all gone wrong but on and on The bitter nerve ends never end I’m falling down Don’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you I’m trying to I’m dying to I’m trying to I’m dying to I’m trying to I’m dying to I’m trying to I’m dying to I’m trying to I’m dying to