Tastes Good With The Money - The Fat White Family

Ornamental kindness heats both of my hands

Ooh, it tastes good with the money

Tried to figure my way home via the Hollywood Hills

Ooh, it tastes good with the money

And all my faith slides right into place

The air up there so fresh and clean

And we could be homeowners this time next year

Ooh, it tastes good with the money

I never look at a tower block same way again

Ooh, it tastes good with the money

One more faith bursting into flames

The air up there, now fresh and clean

People from nowhere, they poison everywhere

Sketching ruins in the dark

There’s ash in your latte

As you slip into something dangerous

Dipping into a tear-shaped swimming pool

The lobster red glow of the apocalypse

Eyebrows trimmed

Gotta fathom your own legacy

Slimming shakes

Bathing on the right side of surprises

And a big mushroom cloud of the middle classes

Leaves a beautiful shape for you to project your fears onto

And all my faith, it slides right into place

The air up here so fresh and clean

People from nowhere, they poison everywhere

Sketching ruins in the dark