New money
Greg mcleodI worked the till, you found it so funny
Held it up into the light
To decide it was alright
Back then you would play the dummy
Remember when you brought me to your house?
You were rich and that's how I found out
Your dad would work from home
You said you felt alone
I didn't get what that was all about
'Cause you had enough
Remember when your dad got broken in?
He was upstairs, they didn't take a thing
Doubt they would enjoy the spoils
All the sculpture and the oils
The wooden mask you got him in Beijing
Remember then he got a new alarm?
It was impossible to make disarm
So you'd smoke in the basement
I said it was displacement
You said he didn't mean any harm
But you had enough
Remember when I finally had enough?
We moved away, hardly had any stuff
You made a tent out of your sheets
I threw away receipts
We both pretended we were tough
Remember then I made my own CDs?
You helped me mail them but looked ill at ease
I kept an envelope of cash
You had written on the back
"No one's retired yet from selling these"
Why did you hold on to that old bill?
The one I gave you when I worked the till
That feeling of elation
Stays in circulation
And we could spend it still