Molehill - Money Life Lyrics

He's a soldier marching straight into his grave
Walking forward, shiny suit, aftershave
He's a business man, he's riding the tidal wave
He's shaking hands with God, he's got it made
He's marching straight into his grave
He wants to be somebody's slave

He keeps his walking, he knows what works the best
Keeps his walking, life, love, cigarettes
He's proud, he's overly confident
He's on the moon, he's whistling, he's content
He keeps on strolling along
He's a poor man, but not for long

He's screaming
The light hits the sky like a ceiling
He can't get away from the demons
He's only alive when he's dreaming
He's screaming
The light hits the sky like a ceiling
He can't get away from the demons
He's only alive when he's dreaming
He tries to pretend he believes in the money life
Boat, skis, drugs, trophy wife

He's screaming
The light hits the sky like a ceiling
He can't get away from the demons
He's only alive when he's dreaming
He's screaming
The light hits the sky like a ceiling
He can't get away from the demons
He's only alive when he's dreaming
He tries to pretend he believes in the money life
Boat, skis, drugs, trophy wife
Boat, skis, drugs, trophy wife