We Married Money

Dead Confederate

We married money and lived in sin
Burned our belongings to begin again
We buried treasure in the wide open
Gave fake hand-shakes, made fast friends
-Show me something, cause I got nothing
Keep it coming leave it all to me...
The blood that’s in them, in me flows
And like a fine wine, it sours slow
I’ve never drank from another cup
Im sure its tasty, the hard-stuff
- Show me something, cause I got nothing
Keep it coming leave it all to me...
- Show me something, cause I got nothing
Keep it coming leave it all to me...