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


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Morbid Souls Get Raised In Hell (Boyd) song meanings
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