Boulders to rocks, gravel to sand Leaving you nothing but beaches You used to move mountains A wave of your hand Now you just finger the peace, and now
Here it comes, here it Here comes, here it here it Here it come, here it Here comes, hear it hear it comes Here it comes, here it Here comes, hear it
Grind away Bang away (Here come the money shot) Finger Bang away (Here come the money shot) Grind away Bang away (Here come the money shot) Finger Bang away
Money shot your load
Forest for trees, pounding timber to dust Tipping your way to confusion You used to be driven by mission and lust Now it’s just all compensation
