Текст: 2*sweet. Give Me Your Gold.

I am the savior sent to rid the world of its fools
And now I make the rules
So bring me all of your riches and your jewels
Throw the corpses of the snitches in the ditches
And let them sleep under the stars tonight
I am laughing at you in my grave
Under all the dirt and decay
Since you wished me away
Catapult the culprit's head into town
Should've ran for your life when the beast was down

I'm not taking a holiday
Cause business is booming
The beauties are swooning
I'm not wiping my cares away
I'm not taking a holiday
Cause business is booming
The beauties are swooning
I'm not wiping my cares away

Do my bidding or be rid of me
Crucify this catastrophe
We are the highest highs and undertows
The darkest minds with frail bones
Who fall drunk in love to drive ourselves home
So stand in line to kneel at my throne

I'm not taking a holiday
Cause business is booming
The beauties are swooning
I'm not wiping my cares away
I'm not taking a holiday
Cause business is booming
The beauties are swooning
I'm not wiping my cares away

They keep me from sleeping
When the daylight is creeping
I found a place only gold hands touch me
Diamond ring fingers, each entrusted
I found a place only gold hands touch me
Diamond ring fingers, each entrusted

I'm not taking a holiday
Cause business is booming
The beauties are swooning
I'm not wiping my cares away
I'm not taking a holiday
Cause business is booming
The beauties are swooning
I'm not wiping my cares away
Wipe my cares away