.The moon is hanging in the purple sky
The baby's sleeping while it's mother sighs
Talking 'bout the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes
And they park in basic places.
The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
He counts his money, then he paints you saved
Tal.
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