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You've Got Your Money, I've Got My Soul - The Virginmarys



     
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I am just a poor boy hunting mushrooms in a forest,
Pick them for a man who gives me a 45 pound promise,
Its better than an office,
It pays more than the dole.
Planet earth is prison while the devil walks the green lands,
Lock and key still missing, see them resting in his red hands.
Hes a killer of the free man, he wants you bought and sold.Breaking the mould, so my blood dont run so cold,
You keep your money, I will keep my soul.Looking for the answer man Im hunting for the cure,
Fellow men keep dying even Christ dont know what for,
Business men malicious when, the devil pays out more,Breaking the mould, so my blood dont run so cold,
You keep your money, I will keep my soul.
Give me peace to ease my mind, give me strength to keep alive.
Keep your moneyGod is calling, planet earth is falling,
Without warning you could see the end.
Look around you, look at what surrounds you,
God is calling, listen to your heart.
ListenKeep your soul

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Satellite towns tend to breed big ambitions. Perched on the hills above Manchester, Macclesfield’s principle claim to fame comes in the cult of Ian Curtis. That classic example of the ‘just out of the city’ boy reinforces how big horizons tend to breed big ambitions. The Virginmarys are not part of the Curtis club. Their music blends the dynamics of platinum class ‘grunge’ (basically Nirvana, Mudhoney and Screaming Trees) with the spikiness of punk and the attention to detail and honesty of prime British rock of the early 1970’s, before the wizards and capes overcame the attack and dynamic.

Read more about The Virginmarys on Last.fm.


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