Smoke over the city's soul
Pollutes our sons and daughters
You can fall asleep on sheets of gold
And wake up a pauper
We all get old
We all slow down
As the walls they close
We fall we're drowning
I need some breathing space
I won't grow old with grace
I need some breathing space
I can't keep living straight...
We ain't gonna linger and lie low
When there's hard cash coming back
No way I'll just sit here when I know
That there's hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash
Don't want no easy money
Money couldn't buy me happiness
Just a prettier misery
There's a price to pay
For a life of luxury
The air is thin
The glare the smoke and
The wear within
It tears it's choking
I need some breathing space
I won't grow old with grace
I need some breathing space
I can't keep living straight...
We ain't gonna linger and lie low
When there's hard cash coming back
No way I'll just sit here when I know
That there's hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash
We ain't gonna linger and lie low
When there's hard cash coming back
We ain't gonna linger and lie low
When there's hard cash coming back
No way I'll just sit here when I know
That there's hard cash coming back
Hard hard cash
Don't want no easy money
And now that we have all arrived
My friends get in your cars and drive
And now that we have all arrived OK
My friends get in your cars and drive