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Money Talks Video (MV)




Performed By: The Ruined Generations
Length: 1:55
Written by: Benjamin Gwilt




The Ruined Generations - Money Talks Lyrics




Mr. Harris works at the fairground
Giving prizes out if people land a ball in a can
Nobody's won since his wife ran off
Though he wears bright colours he's a monochrome man

3 balls for 1 pound, 7 for 2
Don't ask to play unless you've got cash on you
He leans against a box as he lights up his smoke
He says that money talks but he goes home broke

Mr. Harris, he works at the fairground
I heard if you pay him right, he'll slip you some beer
I wouldn't risk it, it's a dangerous game
He's been so hungry since his wife disappeared

3 balls for 2 pounds, 7 for 4
We don't see Mr Harris around no more
He spent all his money on ladies and smokes
He said that money talks but he went home broke

Mr. Harris, he worked at the fairground
My dad sees him sometimes down outside of the bar
They shut down his booth, the whole thing was a scam
When you live your life bitter, you don't get very far

3 balls for 5 pounds, 7 for 10
It's not easy for those carnival men
If you live life conning children and smoking cigars
'Money talks' won't get you far
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Mr. Harris works at the fairground
Giving prizes out if people land a ball in a can
Nobody's won since his wife ran off
Though he wears bright colours he's a monochrome man

3 balls for 1 pound, 7 for 2
Don't ask to play unless you've got cash on you
He leans against a box as he lights up his smoke
He says that money talks but he goes home broke

Mr. Harris, he works at the fairground
I heard if you pay him right, he'll slip you some beer
I wouldn't risk it, it's a dangerous game
He's been so hungry since his wife disappeared

3 balls for 2 pounds, 7 for 4
We don't see Mr Harris around no more
He spent all his money on ladies and smokes
He said that money talks but he went home broke

Mr. Harris, he worked at the fairground
My dad sees him sometimes down outside of the bar
They shut down his booth, the whole thing was a scam
When you live your life bitter, you don't get very far

3 balls for 5 pounds, 7 for 10
It's not easy for those carnival men
If you live life conning children and smoking cigars
'Money talks' won't get you far
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Writer: Benjamin Gwilt
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