We Married Money - Dead Confederate

We married money and lived in sin

Burned our belongings to begin again

We buried treasure in the wide open

Gave fake hand-shakes, made fast friends

-Show me something, cause I got nothing

Keep it coming leave it all to me…

The blood that’s in them, in me flows

And like a fine wine, it sours slow

I’ve never drank from another cup

Im sure its tasty, the hard-stuff

— Show me something, cause I got nothing

Keep it coming leave it all to me…

— Show me something, cause I got nothing

Keep it coming leave it all to me…