Interpret:

Uriah Heep

Album:

Equator

You say you're gonna testify 
Lie away, lie away 
So you're gonna gun me down 
Go ahead, fire away 


You say you'll bring the curtain down 
Turn around, walk away 
You're gonna close this theatre down 
Go ahead, stop the play 


Your money talks, you pull the strings 
Someone waits, in the wings 
You flick the switch, the dancer falls 
You deal the cards, the dealer calls in your game 


Poor little rich girl 
Your money talks, you pull the strings 
It's a shame, poor little rich girl 
Your money burns, we all have wings 


You say you're gonna leave this town 
Fly away, fly away 
So you gonna shoot me down 
Go ahead 


Your money burns 
Your money stings 
Another script, left on the floor 
Another face is shown the door in your game 


Poor little rich girl 
Your money talks, you pull the strings 
It's a shame, poor little rich girl 
Your money burns, we all have wings 
In the game, poor little rich girl 
It's easy come, it's easy go 
It's a shame, poor little rich girl 
You lock the door, close the show