easy money

• (bkz: nick cave and the bad seeds)
  (bkz: abattoir blues the lyre of orpheus)
  (bkz: the lyre of orpheus)
  
  "easy money"
  
  it's difficult. it's very tough.
  i said to the man who'd been sleeping rough
  to sit within a fragrant breeze
  all among the nodding trees
  that hang heavy with the stuff
  
  he threw his arms around my neck
  he brushed the tear from my cheek
  and held my soft white hand
  he was an understanding man
  he did not even barely hardly speak
  
  easy money
  rain it down on the wife and the kids
  rain it down on the house where we live
  rain until you got nothing left to give
  and rain that ever-loving stuff down on me
  
  all the things for which my heart yearns
  gives joy in diminishing returns
  he kissed me on the mouth
  his hands they headed south
  and my cheek it burned
  
  money, man, it is a bitch
  the poor, they spoil it for the rich
  with my face pressed in the clover
  i wondered when this would be over
  and at home we are all so guilty-sad
  
  easy money
  pour it down the open drain
  pour it all through my veins
  pour it down, yeah, let it rain
  and pour that ever-loving stuff down on me
  
  now, i'm sitting pretty down on the bank
  life shuffles past at a low interest rate
  in the money-coloured meadows
  and all the interesting shadows
  they leap up, then dissipate
  
  easy money
  easy money
  easy money
  rain it down on the wife and the kids
  rain it down on the house where we live
  rain it down until you got nothing left to give
  and rain that ever-loving stuff down on me