Money, cheques, Creditcards Lyrics

In the streets of golden honey
You can get all that you want
If you don't have the money
That won't last for long
The plastic in the answer
Take all that you need
Another day in this paradise
Pleasure guaranteed
You've forgotten 'bout discretion
And you're about to lose your home
And now you bleed for liberty
In the preasuredome
There is a mas who's coming
There's no other way
He'll tell you that your time is up
And now you've got to pay

Now you're broke you're a runner
On the run from profigunners
Now you're broke you're a runner
To get away is all that you want
Now you're broke
You're broke
And you can't lose that gunner
Now you're broke you're a runner
Like a rabbit in a dangerous hunt