if I’d stay up late this night
damn sure it would get rough
I’d meet the stranger’s eye
which seems to never get enough
weird confident conversations
the mark a bullit-hole
the fresh wound open wide
one pays for night controll
it’s big money
at night the strangers stay up late
thinkin’ they’re so tough
well prepared in case of fight
and they never get enough
so confident with their guns
in their blood red hands
killing just for pleasure
or the thrill of new demands
it’s big money
big money time
it’s big money
big money crime
is there a place in their soul
is there room for a change
in where the heart takes controll
or is it big money rule
SOLO
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