Re: Money lyrics - Dani Shay

Yellow leaves are falling from the trees as the wind blows And the raindrops rearrange themselves on the windows of your car Racing fast past the gas station, you're running on 'E' And you're out of patience and money Isn't it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper? Like We're standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I'm I'm living within four walls that someone else created Blue is the color of an infinite sky, partly covered by clouds And city structures that stand up to two miles high You press your shirt for work since you're expected to blend right in Now you're just waiting for this day to end Isn't it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper? Like Standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I'm I'm living within four walls that someone else created Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes made of ticky-tacky Little boxes on the hillside And they all look just the same And the people in the houses All went to the university Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same Oh, there are doctors and lawyers And business executives And they're all made out of ticky-tacky And they all look just the same, just the same Red lips and shaven faces pave the roadways to success and respect You balance you want with what you think is best What can you afford? How much can you save? Fuck what you love, how can you get paid? Stuck like a rock in a hard place Is there any way out? Is there? Isn't it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper? Like We're standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I'm I'm living within four walls that someone else created