Dollar Days

Cash girls suffer me, I've got no enemies

I'm walking down

It's nothing to meet

It's nothing to see

If I'll never see the English evergreens I'm running to

It's nothing to meet

It's nothing to

I'm dying too

Push their backs against the grain

And fool them all again and again

I'm trying to

We bitches tear our magazines

gas with foaming mouths come now and then

Can't believe I just run second, now I'm forgetting you

I'm trying to

I'm dying too

Dollar days 'til final checks, honest scratching tails the necks I'm falling down

It's nothing to meet

It's nothing to see

If I'll never see the English evergreens I'm running to

It's nothing to meet

It's nothing to

I'm dying too

Push their backs against the grain

And fool them all again and again

I'm trying to

It's all gone wrong for on and on

The bitter nerve is never enough, I'm falling down

Don't believe in just one second round for getting you

I'm trying to

I'm dying too

I'm trying to

I'm dying too

I'm trying to

I'm dying too

I'm trying to

I'm dying too

I'm trying to

I'm dying too ^[1]