UK, like most countries in the world, is about money and cash. You need cash to buy cigarettes. You need cash to drink in a pub. You need cash to get a full english breakfast on sunday morning. You need cash to fuel the beast. And where do you get cash? From the cash machine of course. The trouble is, there isn't always cash in the machine, and the ominous combination of our outrageously high rents and miserable wages made it sometimes difficult for us to achieve what we started to be good at: destroy our bodies and souls in downtown Kettering with tobacco and alcohol.
She's sweet, so sweet, she has a thing for me
I have some needs and nothing is for free
I have some trouble understanding what she does
But she's always there for me and she gives me stuff
I can perfectly rely on her, she's the one i trust
Yes my friend i love this girl, i love her so much
She gives me money, my life is funny
She's there for me
There's always cash in the machine, and I need it so bad
I need some cash
She's sweet, so sweet, she has a thing for me
I have some needs and nothing is for free
The first time that i saw her i was as broke as your mother
But she's not like all the others, doesn't judge books by their cover
I gave her my number and she fulfilled my dreams
Yes i'm so in love with her, in love with the machine
She gives me money, my life is funny
She's there for me
There's always cash in the machine, and I need it so bad
I need some cash