Cash Machine (Roots Manuva Mix)
Lyrics
Go to a cash machine To get a ticket home A message on the screen Says, “Don't make plans, you're broke”full lyrics...
Go to a cash machine To get a ticket home A message on the screen Says, “Don't make plans, you're broke”full lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electronica rootstechno influences
disco influences
rock influences
danceable beats
a male vocal
use of modal harmonies
light drum fills
acoustic drum samples
synth swoops
affected synths
a highly synthetic sonority
subtle use of noise effects
trippy soundscapes
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I try to skip the fare You know it's a drag Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. MGB LTD. I wonder if I'll ever get I've only just been paid Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Songwriter: Richard Archer I can't afford to be a daddy What am I gonna do? That night we could not wait My pocket, my pocket No, no, this can't be right But you can't look back I live an honest life Cash machine I'm always paying, never make it Better believe it There's a hole in my pocket Ticket inspector's there I'm working for the cash machine There's a hole in my pocket I'm always paying, never make it We tried to play it safe Better believe it, yeah No, no, this can't be right I scratch a living, it ain't easy My pocket, my pocket You know it's a drag Cash machine But you can't look back You don't get by, no My credit's in the red But you can't look back I'm working for the cash machine To where I want to be Says, “Don't make plans, you're broke” I scratch a living, it ain't easy So I leave tonight, no To where I want to be Better believe it 'Til I'm seen, right, no Cash machine You know it's a drag There's a hole in my pocket She said it would be alright I scratch a living, it ain't easy My girlfriend's test turned blue Go to a cash machine I try to phone a friend My pocket, my pocket You don't cross the line Three weeks five days I know that time is tight I'm always paying, never make it No, no, this can't be right I wonder if I'll ever get To get a ticket home There's a hole in my pocket To where I want to be I wonder if I'll ever get It seems like sometimes A message on the screen


