Coins,
Stacked in piles
Folded shirts
Color-cordinated books
Expensive ties
His dreams
Drip into a coffee machine
That he knows so well
And then in between his lunches and drinks
He's taught to buy and sell
No one notices, not even him
He's sunk too far to try and swim
But it's not all so bad
Because his car is as fast as the price of his pad
And his suits, they will last
And his wife is a blonde
And at the end of the day I guess he's getting this song
So all his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts
They show that he's in control
He keeps his taps on the skirts
You can be sure he always has the best
Sure, he passes every test
Then the love of his life
Walks over to him
Holds out her hands and says, "daddy won't you please?"
And so he reaches to his pocket
He takes out his wallet
And kissed the air as she leaves
Coins
They work so well
So no one can tell
A secret stash
She hides behind his cash
And if it gets too bad they say,
Just call mom and dad they pay
And though she's getting good grades, she gets played
Pretends she's reading but she's stuck on the page
From the day before
Wondering who she's working for
And her heart it unravels for a voice as it travels
Through the commons at school
They call her a fool
And she thinks:
Did I hear them right?
Am I meant to fight?
Stoned and cold another day unfolds
Wearing thin
She's always smoking at the back of the school
So everyone will know she's cool
Then in the corner of her eye, sees a
Familiar smile
Holds our her arms and says please
He reaches to his pocket
And takes out his wallet
SHE kisses the air as he leaves
So all his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts
They show that he's in control
He keeps his taps on the skirts
You can be sure he always has the best
Sure, he passes every test
All his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts
They show that he's in control
He keeps his taps on the skirts
You can be sure he always has the best
Sure, he passes every test
All his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts
They show that he's in control
He keeps his taps on the skirts
You can be sure he always has the best
Sure, he passes every test
Don't take me home not ready to go
Got my eyes on the sky
I'm waiting for snow
And I know it"s July but
Believing is half the fun
Please don't make that undone
Coins,
Stacked in piles
Folded shirts
Color-cordinated books
Lined up so high
They stood so well
They stood so well