Feel So Bad Easy Money Lyrics

Easy Money Lyrics

It's difficult. It's very tough.

I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough

To sit within a fragrant breeze

All among the nodding trees

That hang heavy with the stuff



He threw his arms around my neck

He brushed the tear from my cheek

And held my soft white hand

He was an understanding man

He did not even barely hardly speak



Easy money

Rain it down on the wife and the kids

Rain it down on the house where we live

Rain until you got nothing left to give

And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me



All the things for which my heart yearns

Gives joy in diminishing returns

He kissed me on the mouth

His hands they headed south

And my cheek it burned



Money, man, it is a bitch

The poor, they spoil it for the rich

With my face pressed in the clover

I wondered when this would be over

And at home we are all so guilty-sad



Easy money

Pour it down the open drain

Pour it all through my veins

Pour it down, yeah, let it rain

And pour that ever-loving stuff down on me



Now, I'm sitting pretty down on the bank

Life shuffles past at a low interest rate

In the money-coloured meadows

And all the interesting shadows

They leap up, then dissipate



Easy money

Easy money

Easy money

Rain it down on the wife and the kids

Rain it down on the house where we live

Rain it down until you got nothing left to give

And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me