Uyaya, Uyaya, Uyaya Gopalanikasi
Uyaya, Uyaya, Uyaya Gopalanikasi
Uyaya, Uyaya, Uyaya Gopalanikasi
Uyaya, Uyaya, Uyaya
Uyaya, Uyaya, Uyaya Gopalanikasi
September 17th
or Elizabeth, weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh, because, because, because, because
Oh, because
Because





Because, because, because
Dear Amarjo
Dear Amarjo
Your money is dead
Your money is dead
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
When I try and sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one color
I'm dead
Oh, because, because, because
Because
Because, because, because
Because
Dear Amarjo
Dear Amarjo
Dear Amarjo
Your money is dead
Your money is dead
You can blow all the candles

But you can't blow all the fire
Once the flame begin to catch
The wind will blow you higher
Oh, because, because, because
Because
Oh, because, because, because
Because, because, because, because

Your money is dead
Your money is dead
Because
Because
Are watching now
Watching now
Watching now
Watching now
Watching now
Watching now
Thank you.