Oil Money
Amateur heart, philistine soul
We gamble our love, we mortgage our broken homes
Back alley cats, we live mouth to mouth,
Never see light, but the shine of this town is ours
Now we shovel drinks, on the graveyard shift
To suffer for your art, you pay your beating heart
The money I have seen, it's in the hands of the zeroes
who believes in this, without paying their heroes
Forget the songs we sang
Blinded on cheap wine
Just too high to fight
But brave enough to drop out
Forget the songs we sang
In filth they will be found
Buy another round
Forget the songs we sang
Writer/s: Toy Kjeldaas, Larsh Kristensen, Jonas Thire, Espen Helvig