Traveling Liquors

There's nothing better than the smell of Money

No bittersweet than a lick a honey

Win over the world with a taste of Bailey’s

If you don’t drink it, leave it for your next journeys

A parlor free of thieves and pirates in disguise

To relax your mind and pray with your own device

You find Gold in deep rivers and dark undergrounds

Whether you want it or not at the end of the day

What you get is a rich soil and shinning rebounds

People may try to turn this inner place around

Keep the doors closed and try not to give them the secret code

Temptation soul is hard to compromise

But as an off clear voice

Ain’t nothing heavier-than-air

Than the emptiness and loneliness of a heart load

Get together and march ‘til the end of the road

You’ll find the answer sooner or later

Even though the more you look the more it’s getting bold

And cold in the mirror

But you know how the saying goes

« The More the Merrier !»

Please leave a note to the bellboy,

Keep the heat on and try not to put this room on fire

Cause it’s my only home,

Sweet home,Homey!

Don’t break it as you would destroy your very own first toy

All I need to keep is my emotion  wired

So don’t make me waste my precious Money, Sir hey!