Music For Money In the Underground

You are on your way to tomorrow
Hand in hand with your travelling friend
Oh you withstand pain and sorrow
Reaching for another helping hand

Look at the signs - fading
All my hopes and prayers decaying

Once the truth lay barren in my own yard
Now I'm a troubled traveller in my own land
And I can't keep myself guessing
But I won't slow down tonight

All of this and everything that's inbetween
A dozen singing voices and a twelve string guitar
All of this and everything that's inbetween (one step closer)
Remember all the choices made - they define who you are

You are on your way to tomorrow
Got no time nor empathy for persisting friends
Oh I'll withstand pain and sorrow
And I'll walk my own path tonight

All of this and everything that's inbetween
A dozen singing voices and a twelve string guitar
All of this and everything that's inbetween
Remember all the choices made - they define who you are

We're making music for money in the underground
We're making money for amusement in this state of sound
We're making music for money in the underground
We're making money out of amusement in this state of sound



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Van Der Lubbe
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