Cold Hard Cash - Angelspit, Army Of The Universe

Lair queen likes to prey

On lolly boys in their cage

Empress tease, pink and rats

Breaking hearts to the bank

Keep the car running

The only thing you’re wanting, is

Cold hard cash

Kaltes hartes bargeld

Lynch mob love, broken dolls

Float to the top, of the bowel

Taste in girls, young and smashed

Perversion lies, dormant

Mother dear mother, gotta keep gunning for

Cold hard cash

Alice in vulgar land

Make the mascara bleed

Cry victim cry victim cry

God knows it sells CDs

All dancing, loud singing

Not realize they’re just play things

Split open laid to waste

Sprayed across your rock star face

Glamour glamour road kill, all you want is… Cold hard cash