Big Money by Roseville

Said “I hurt my back working on the tracks—I fought it.”
They laid him off, burp and a scoff, so rotten
Now sitting across the table is an empty broken chair
he goes back to the country telling everyone beware

She finds it odd two and a half jobs don’t cut it
Finger to the bone, no time for home she’s done in
She runs out to the woodshed and finds her great grandpa’s shotgun
Says “I’ll call you big money as a sign of what’s to come.”

Big Money come

Stiff suit and tie like every other guy that’s talking
his hair goes up just like those lines he’s watching
but it’s hard to run a company when big dummies comes around
so he runs back to his mansion where he hardly makes a sound

Oh Big Money

Then late one night in the bar’s half light they conspire
They left their homes out on the road guns for hire

They spot big money on the steps of his private jet
she pulls out his namesake and dares him to forget
go big money

Run Big Money

• DIY
• Rock
• acoustic
• bedroom
• downer
• idie
• indie
• rock
• slowcore
• Fort Collins