She’s gone like the 20’s,
like there ain’t no tomorrow.
It’s living in the past,
makes yeaterday seem modern.
Fascinating culture,
creeping up like ivy.
Throw away the structure,
your enemy’s need sympathy.
(chorus)
I just want to live in luxury,
with all those towers staggering over me.
Take me from this poverty,
I’d sell my soul to keep us all in the money.
Smokin’ like a sinner,
she isn’t a begginer.
She gets into a pintowm,
and drives back to vancouver.
She lives with her mother,
try’s to be a sister.
It really doesn’t matter,
cause a dream is everything.
(chorus)
I just want to live in luxury,
with all those towers staggering over me.
Take me from this poverty,
I’d sell my soul to keep us all in the money.
Step into this speakeasy,
where you can be who you want to be.
There’s no trouble here just speak to me,
and i closed my eyes and dremed we were all in the money.
(instrumental)
(chorus)
I just want to live in luxury,
with all those towers staggering over me.
Take me from this poverty,
I’d sell my soul to keep us all in the money.
(chorus)
I just want to live in luxury,
with all those towers staggering over me.
Take me from this poverty,
When I closed my eyes I dreamed that we were all in the money.
Dreamed that we were all in the money.
All in the money.