Chrome, Dressed In Gold

Gold StreetsThe streets are painted in gold,

The day is silk and sold,

Fitted and round,

The streets burnt down,

Wrap your arms around,

Acquire and count,

The colour of gold takes down,

Our town,

In greed and avarice,

The hues of wealth,

Linger on the lips of profiteers,

The night is satin and crystals,

Loose and equilateral,

The streets paved in gold,

But burnt beyond control,

Our town is chrome,

Dressed in gold.

Who’s Going to Love You Now Baby?

Who's going to love you baby when the money runs out?

Who’s going to love you baby when the money runs out?

Who’s going to love you now baby when the money runs out? Who’s going to love you when you haven’t got the cash to pay for it?You know nothing’s for free. Who’s going to love you when you don’t have the diamonds and gold to show for it? Who’s going to love you baby, do you know?