Morbid Souls Get Raised In Hell (Boyd)

You want the money baby

I'll take it down to Mexico

Lightway New Orleans

Be no blind anymore



It's so hard not to faint

When liars speak and you're afraid

Running guilty inside your brain

Blowing high, flight in haze



The other side of this plateau

No patrol, No control

Deep inside no one rules

Love is one, love is you



Blown by satellite diversions from a mobile sun

Why do you have to kill us all in monetary mode?



Go back where you belong

Go back where you belong

Go back where you belong

Innocence made insane



Go back where you belong

Go back where you belong

Go back where you belong

Innocence gone insane



A clear sunlight inside your head

The sweetest shotgun to your face



Morbid souls get raised in hell

This torch of love is light your way



If I ever get a chance

to steal all the money in the world

I will bring it down to your door

and burn it all in flames