The Wages Of Love کے بول

Down through the ages all of the sages Say don't spend your wages on love It's graft and collusion but the intrusion And proceeding forclosures there's over exposure Down at the crossroads questions posed Bridges washed out and the highways closed Got to have good reason to firmly believe Love was designed to exploit and deceive There's an addendum whenever you send 'em That red ball that beats in your chest you will see A simple addition keeps with tradition Don't spend your wages on love Take any burgh any city or town Just get on mainstreet and drive all the way down See love has a graveyard nurtured for those That fell on their sabres and pay through the nose Those shovels of shot glass, dig your own hole Bury whats left of your miserable soul Down through the ages all of the sages Say don't spend your wages on love It's graft and collusion but the intrusion And proceeding forclosures there's over exposure Down at the crossroads question is posed The bridge is washed out and the highways closed