Lyric Blue Money - Sons Of The Desert

Lyric Song Blue Money:

Julie was a girl of modest means
Used to a high school beauty queen
Wound up on the wrong end of a dream
And said never again
Started livin life for the bottom line
Married her a man well past his prime
Forty million dollars and not much time now
She s payin for the perfect crime on

Blueblue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that s left is a heartache made of gold

He bought her a house in the Hollywood hills
There were parties and the room was filled with
Stars fallin from the usual thrills
It was fun for awhile
But there s a prison in paradise
They never tell you when they throw the rice
That pretty mirrors don t look so nice
When you re standing on the desperate side of

Blueblue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that s left is a heartache made of gold

It s a Saturday night again
The same faces come tricklin in
She s got a lover but he ain t no friend
He s just someone to hold
She feels alone and she steps outside
Stares out at the valley lights
Pours a drink and she starts to cry
She s got it all and she can t get by on

Blueblue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that s left is a heartache made of gold