Wake up from your old bed
You see what you have bled
Lock in, right on, for the money

The shadows form the shape
I'll wrest but no escape
Locked on, breathe in, for the money

Still we count it up some more
Count it up some more
Counting up the score
Count it up some more
Counting up the score
We're still counting up the score
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Stop mister!
Oh...
Stop mister!

Keep looking over your shoulder
That's how we're trained to do
Keep telling them it's not over
No one is as cold as you

Still shadows form the shape
I'll wrest but no escape
Locked on, breathe in, for the money

Still we count it up some more
Count it up some more
Counting up the score
Count it up some more
Counting up the score
We're still counting up the score

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're still running
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're still running
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're still running
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're still running
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're still running
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
We're still running

Still we count it up some more
Count it up some more
Counting up the score

Still we count it up some more
Count it up some more
Counting up the score

Stop mister!
Oh...
Stop mister!


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