We Going To The Moon — Sound Money Records — lyrics
Feathers on your headpiece
Gin inside your glass
Payday in a wheelbarrow
Melting way too fast
Printing in the back room
Rumors in the air
Paper like confetti
Blowing everywhere
Grab your coat
Grab your code
Hide it where they cannot go
Spin that key
Lock that vault
Let their numbers somersault (hey!)
We going to the moon
Baby
Moon
Past the pull of their green typhoon
Let 'em chase that paper doom
We slip the grip of inflation's gloom
Dance in suits
Shine in June
Toss those bills
We going to the moon
Jazzmen on the corner
Playing for a crumb
Rent goes up at sunrise
Band still beating drums
Boss man weighs your wages
On a crooked scale
We just pack our satchel
For a different rail
Step in close
Switch the track
Fill your wallet
Don't look back
Old world shaking in its boots
We're light as air in lucky boots (oh!)
We going to the moon
Baby
Moon
Past the pull of their green typhoon
Let 'em chase that paper doom
We slip the grip of inflation's gloom
Dance in suits
Shine in June
Toss those bills
We going to the moon
Black-tie rebels in a backroom buzz
Whispered keys in a velvet glove
When they pump that paper flood again
We just rise above
Rise above (yeah)
We going to the moon
Baby
Moon
Past the pull of their green typhoon
Let 'em chase that paper doom
We slip the grip of inflation's gloom
Dance in suits
Shine in June
Tip your hat
We going to the moon
Sound / Money