Orphan Boy Money To Money Lyrics Orphan Boy lyrics

Follow the trail of the supermarket bags down Prospect Road
Young bodies frail folded crumpled under rags down Prospect Road
Her thoughts run pale as she shakes between the fags down Prospect Road
The Christmas mail lies unopened in a pile of black bags where all these prospects lie unsold.

All shoots run bad when you take out the money
All fruits turn black when you take out the money
All comforts pass when you take out the money
All cultures clash, it's all lies.

The children wail and the parents watch the clock on Prospect Road

The gift shop failed and they sacrificed the stock on Prospect Road
Work boots for sale just to get back in the black on Prospect Road
The market's stale but the landlord wants to sell the block and make these people pay what's owed.

All shoots run bad when you take out the money
All fruits turn black when you take out the money
All comforts pass when you take out the money
All cultures clash, it's all lies.