Текст песни Hold Up - Ghostown

The story is mundane, plain John, plain Jane
Tame in the same lane, everyday the same rain
Feeling the same pain, tired of the paper game
Cracked under the strain, planned every damn thing
Switched off the main gain, pulled out the main gain
The main aim is maintain, fame is the end game
Wages are minimum, counting every shilling of them
Tennant in a tenement, wealth sweet like cinnamon
Don't wanna be killing men, but the debt needs filling in
Rob with no sentiment, escape holes they're drilling them
Don't move, put your hands up! stand in a stanza
Extravaganza, man up, pull your pants up
Follow the dollar, the caller who hollers
For favour you labour, for a taste of the flavour
Take a cut of the cheesecake, jelly your knees make
Shoot, your enemies break, hostages, please take
Gotta man on the outside, ships in at high tide
Just let the time bide, try not to die fried
Close your eyes and listen, I see a guy who's high on a mission
Defies definition, by your submission
Try, do or die in high definition
Above all suspicion
Stay on the same theme, not on the same team
Smooth op James Dean, money making machines
How they getting outta there, pigs got them surrounded
Gun shout sounded, moved but they floundered
Who's got the low down, speed up slow down
Swag ready to go now, who knows what's going down
Exit the tunnel and enter the daylight
Stay low and stay tight, the payday 'll pay right...