Nick Cave şarkı sözleri
It's difficult. It's very tough.I said to the man who'd been sleeping roughTo sit within a fragrant breezeAll among the nodding treesThat hang heavy with the stuffHe threw his arms around my neckHe brushed the tear from my cheekAnd held my soft white handHe was an understanding manHe did not even barely hardly speakEasy moneyRain it down on the wife and the kidsRain it down on the house where we liveRain until you got nothing left to giveAnd rain that ever-loving stuff down on meAll the things for which my heart yearnsGives joy in diminishing returnsHe kissed me on the mouthHis hands they headed southAnd my cheek it burnedMoney, man, it is a bitchThe poor, they spoil it for the richWith my face pressed in the cloverI wondered when this would be overAnd at home we are all so guilty-sadEasy moneyPour it down the open drainPour it all through my veinsPour it down, yeah, let it rainAnd pour that ever-loving stuff down on meNow, I'm sitting pretty down on the bankLife shuffles past at a low interest rateIn the money-coloured meadowsAnd all the interesting shadowsThey leap up, then dissipateEasy moneyEasy moneyEasy moneyRain it down on the wife and the kidsRain it down on the house where we liveRain it down until you got nothing left to giveAnd rain that ever-loving stuff down on me
