Month Left at the End of the Money - The Darker the Shadow the Brighter the Light

It’s ready-money, girl

It’s an Aladdin’s lamp

So pack up all your troubles

Live a life inside a bubble

It’s not like your dangers gather

When all the treasures rise

Your soul would have no rainbow

If your tears had no eyes

Why is there so much month left at the end of the money?

Nor were you ever told

All of the golden rules

Those who have all the gold

Hold all the olden rules

A man puts a gun in your eyes

You actually think it’s over

It’s your money or your life

But you have to think it over

Why is there so much month left at the end of the money?

It’s ready-money, girl

It’s an Aladdin’s lamp

So pack up all your troubles

Live a life inside a bubble