| Song | It's Only Money, Tyrone |
| Artist | Marah |
| Album | Kids In Philly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Josephine cracked; her eyes black and bloodied | |
| Screamin' “Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone” | |
| So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover | |
| Put a bullet in her brain and threw her body off the bridge | |
| (sssshhhhh) | |
| Well nothin' was found ‘till the Brown River flooded | |
| And driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things | |
| Stolen cars; cracked up, handguns and bodies | |
| Given back, back to the world up above…. | |
| Even if you don't want it | |
| Even if you don't want it | |
| Even if you don't want it | |
| Hey baby someday it comes back | |
| The river's muddy guts backed up, exploded | |
| Spillin' out the facts…fast and a lot | |
| Spillin' out the facts of the city's dirty secrets | |
| Like a city surfacing from out of the black… | |
| Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of secrets | |
| Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things | |
| Stolen cars, train tracks, haz mats and bodies | |
| Given back, back to the world up above | |
| A bag of dead kittens, | |
| And mufflers and engines, | |
| An army of rats and Colt 45 | |
| Bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans | |
| A porcelain Jesus, and your old Christmas trees | |
| (All) busted and rotten, dismembered, forgotten, | |
| Borrowed or stolen, purchased or hot, | |
| Brokedown and useless, rusting, disgusting | |
| On an unwelcome comeback | |
| Are you ready or not? | |
| Even if you don't want it | |
| Even if you don't want it | |
| Even if you don't want it | |
| Hey baby someday it comes back |
| zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Josephine cracked her eyes black and bloodied | |
| Screamin' " Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone" | |
| So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover | |
| Put a bullet in her brain and threw her body off the bridge | |
| sssshhhhh | |
| Well nothin' was found ' till the Brown River flooded | |
| And driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things | |
| Stolen cars cracked up, handguns and bodies | |
| Given back, back to the world up above. | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Hey baby someday it comes back | |
| The river' s muddy guts backed up, exploded | |
| Spillin' out the facts fast and a lot | |
| Spillin' out the facts of the city' s dirty secrets | |
| Like a city surfacing from out of the black | |
| Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of secrets | |
| Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things | |
| Stolen cars, train tracks, haz mats and bodies | |
| Given back, back to the world up above | |
| A bag of dead kittens, | |
| And mufflers and engines, | |
| An army of rats and Colt 45 | |
| Bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans | |
| A porcelain Jesus, and your old Christmas trees | |
| All busted and rotten, dismembered, forgotten, | |
| Borrowed or stolen, purchased or hot, | |
| Brokedown and useless, rusting, disgusting | |
| On an unwelcome comeback | |
| Are you ready or not? | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Hey baby someday it comes back |
| zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Josephine cracked her eyes black and bloodied | |
| Screamin' " Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone" | |
| So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover | |
| Put a bullet in her brain and threw her body off the bridge | |
| sssshhhhh | |
| Well nothin' was found ' till the Brown River flooded | |
| And driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things | |
| Stolen cars cracked up, handguns and bodies | |
| Given back, back to the world up above. | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Hey baby someday it comes back | |
| The river' s muddy guts backed up, exploded | |
| Spillin' out the facts fast and a lot | |
| Spillin' out the facts of the city' s dirty secrets | |
| Like a city surfacing from out of the black | |
| Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of secrets | |
| Driftin' down, down went a lifetime of things | |
| Stolen cars, train tracks, haz mats and bodies | |
| Given back, back to the world up above | |
| A bag of dead kittens, | |
| And mufflers and engines, | |
| An army of rats and Colt 45 | |
| Bottles and tires and shipwrecks and trashcans | |
| A porcelain Jesus, and your old Christmas trees | |
| All busted and rotten, dismembered, forgotten, | |
| Borrowed or stolen, purchased or hot, | |
| Brokedown and useless, rusting, disgusting | |
| On an unwelcome comeback | |
| Are you ready or not? | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Even if you don' t want it | |
| Hey baby someday it comes back |