Knife, The - Neverland lyrics

rate me

Eyes are sober, this is the plan

I'm sitting in a car heading Neverland

A fancy man, a fancy man

He's pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand

Eyes are hazel, but far too cold

Looking out for love

But none of us can

Where's the monkey that I've been told of

I'm staring at the money that burns in my hand

I'm dancing for dollars

And for a fancy man

Come right over, I'll knock on your shoulder

This is a story and this is what I've planned

An angry man, an angry man

Nothing is more fatal than an angry man

Vulnerable heights

Feed the hand that bites me

Following the steam into another room

Standing in the corner

Is this my home

Showing us love that none of us can

I'm singing for money

That burns in my hand

Tell me

Will I make it home tonight

I'm doing it for dollars and for a fancy man

I've got a lot of money that burns in my hand