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Anyone can see
What a long way home it's been
Nothing comes for free
Money talks and buys your dreams
It's a miracle
You gotta go around until you make your name
Do you wanna go
Have another go and do it all again
But just pick your feet up
You got to walk that crooked mile
Don't mess your beat up
When you talk that crooked style
But just pick your feet up
You got to walk that crooked mile
It's all talk, it's all talk
But just walk
Find a silver coin
Save it for your rainy day
But when it comes to spend
It's pissing down on your parade
I need a job, gotta find a job
But you might as well go
Sell a fridge, try to sell a fridge
To an Eskimo
But just pick your feet up
You got to walk that crooked mile
Don't mess your beat up
When you talk that crooked style
But just pick your feet up
You got to walk that crooked mile
It's all talk, it's all talk
But just
Watermelon, croquet tread
Silver bells and golden hay
But what will make your garden grow?
Cash bags in a row, yeah!
It's a miracle
You gotta go around until you make your name
But it's a miracle
If you remember just exactly why you came
You just pick your feet up
When you walk that crooked mile
Don't mess your beat up
Got to talk that crooked style
Just pick your feet up
When you walk that crooked mile
Don't mess your beat up
Got to talk that crooked style
It's all talk, it's all talk
It's all talk, it's all talk
It's all talk, it's all talk
It's all talk, it's all talk