Paroles: Lloyd Cole. Fall Together.

To the corner of the market
Place your wager to the price of tea in China
And the smell of dirty money
On your fingers, in the honey pot, is empty

Fall together
Pretty boys, don't you cry

Wrote the sequel to the Bible
Bought the rights to the Original Sin
Made the movie, did the business
Took a mortgage on a mortgage, on a loan

Fall together
Right now, pretty boy

Sold the Lamborghini, baby
Got the baby, now your broker's on the phone
From the land of wine and plates
Send your resume, we'll call you back Jack

Fall together
Right now, over me

'Cause nothing very good or very bad
Will ever last for very long
Nothing very good or very bad
Will ever last for very long

Nothing very good or very bad
Will ever last for very long
Nothing very good or very bad
Will ever last for very long, no