Wardrobe - Off the Reel Lyrics

There was a line, you had a home but you felt so alone. Had to go out and find a way to get the pressure off.

You shoot to kill, right from the hip, it doesn't take you much. Some like to think that you are living without inner thoughts.

You got a mind, you got a soul, You got a proper bed. But dislocated from the moral of the upper shed.

Show me the way, how to behave. Give me a piece of it. How does it taste, how does it smell up in the congregate?

Oh oh easy money.
Oh oh keep it coming.

And it gets late, you stay awake to see the darkness come. You need something to get you going till the morning comes.

We misbehave, do it again and let the laurels drop.
When you're the one you won't take in that it will ever stop.

Oh oh easy money.
Oh oh keep it coming.

Now say it after me and let the mind reap free.
Then I can make you believe.

Oh oh easy money.
Oh oh keep it coming.
Oh oh easy money.
Oh oh keep it coming.