Paroles de Duke

A house of gold Don't make it a home In a house of gold Them drapes are foul You gotta great life you got it great And I'm cheering you on 'Cause it's what you want and it's what you're sold till the price goes down You gotta great life you got it great Being married to the mob Buried in your arms are the hopes that I'll be freed From the debts that I can't pay or the payments I can't keep But you come into my home and take whatever you fucking please 'Cause you can, yah. It's you're house of cards You can make it tall As the house of god The ace is foul You gotta great life you got it great And I'm leading you on 'cause it's what you want and it's what you're sold is the price just right? You gotta great life you got it great Being married to the mob Buried in your arms are the hopes that I'll be freed From the debts that I can't pay or the payments I can't keep But you come into my home and take whatever you fucking please 'Cause you can, yah. What about my home? What about my gold? What about my god? You can keep your sale.