Şarkı Sözünü Düzelt

Şarkıcı

Şarkı

Şarkı Sözleri From The Suburbs To The Piers I Found An Anchor To Hold Me Here A Slice Of The Rich Upper Crust All The While Maintaining Their Trust The Indignities Of The Poor And The Social Elite I Suffer Each And Every Day As I Count What I've Taken They Trust Me With Every Dime And Even Pay Me For My Time As The Cars Keep Rolling In I Thank God For An Easy Way Out A Way They Know Nothing About As The Cars Keep Rolling In A Punk Is What They See They'll Never Relate To Me I Don't Care For The Finer Things And I Sure As Fuck Don't Need Them The Smug Upper Class Looking To Write Off One More Tax They're Going Nowhere Fast As I Take Their Hard Earned Cash They Trust Me With Every Dime And Even Pay Me For My Time As The Cars Keep Rolling In I Thank God For An Easy Way Out A Way They Know Nothing About As The Cars Keep Rolling In