London Beckoned songs about money written by Machines Songtext / Lyric

Stop stalling. Make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.
If you talk, you better walk, you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun
Start talking, "a sensonalist"
Oh he's slightly clever, to just a certain extent
If you talk, you better walk, you better keep your mouth shut.
With more than good hooks while you're under the gun

(panic! meet the press)
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us to take a chance
(panic! meet the press)
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word that we wrote.
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word that we wrote.

I'm burning. and I'm blackening my lungs
Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
If you talk, you better walk, you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun
Start talking, "a sensationalist"
Oh he's slightly clever, to just a certain extent.
Oh keep quiet! Let us sing like the doves,
Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof.

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. indifference and
B. disinterest in what the critics say
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word that we wrote.
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word that we wrote.

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. indifference and
B. disinterest in what the critics say

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word that we wrote.
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word that we wrote.

Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. indifference and
B. disinterest in what the critics say