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Floating down escalatorsYour eyes are green, your heart is blackYou've done some ugly thingsNow it's too late to take them backJust money mongers hereWho never filled their karma cupsNow death has brought them hereAnd this room in hell is filling upFrom town to town he cameTo build his wealth he'd buy them outJust build the biggest oneThen all the smaller ones come downWe lived the golden age1909, 1909Much money to be madeMonopolize, monopolizeFord you're so deserving of the place you're inEscalating down in rowsFord your soul was conscious of the path you choseHere's proof that somebody knowsOn a wooden stage he speaksLetras de cancionesEloquently about his featsTo sweating simple folkBut in the middle of his speechAn opposition screamsA man of one, a man of oneHis threat was well receivedAnd so he hung and so he hungAnd now it's all vs. one it's all vs. oneFord you're so deserving of the place you're inEscalating down in rowsFord your soul was conscious of the path you choseHere's proof that somebody knowsAnd you can call oh brother callYes you can call oh brother callNo one can hear you not at allBut you can call oh brother callAnd you can call oh brother call(Floating down escalators, Your eyes are green, your heart is black)Yes you can call oh brother call(You've done some ugly things, now it's too late to take them back)No one can hear you not at all(Just money mongers here, who never filled their karma cups)But you can call oh brother call(Now death has brought them here, and this room in hell is filling up)We give you death by '45It's what we call your last time out, your last time outBy '45It's what we call you last time outFord you're so deserving of the place you're inEscalating down in rowsFord your soul was conscious of the path you choseHere's proof that somebody knowsWe give you death by '45It's what we call your last time out, your last time outBy '45It's what we call your last time out, your last time out From Letras Mania