Band members: Tony Lopez, voice. Alberto Gregorio, guitars & vocals. Jorge Mizer, guitar & vocals. Jann Zerega, bass & vocals. Mauro Comesaña, drums, percussion & vocals.
Where's My Money
The Soul Jacket Lyrics
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I don't know, the police won't leave me alone
I just walked into a bank
With a pistol in my hands
With a shot into the air
Money fell into my bag
I'm now the law
Now the law's out to get me like a dog
The same law that kicked me out of my home
Whether if they track me down
Or press my belly to the ground
They won't ever break my voice
Through the beating and the noise
I'm now the law
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Where is my money, honey
The Soul Jacket's song "Where's My Money" is a story about a man who has become a robber, with the police constantly on his tail. The song opens with the singer questioning why the law seems to be following him everywhere he goes, with the police refusing to leave him alone. He seems disillusioned with the system and feels like he has no other choice but to resort to crime.
The chorus of the song, "Where is my money, honey", is a reflection of the man's desire for wealth, and his attempts to obtain it by any means necessary. He describes walking into a bank with a pistol and firing a shot into the air, causing money to fall into his bag, effectively making him the "law". The singer has become the criminal he once despised, but now he has power and control over the situation.
Despite the police hunting him down, the man is unyielding. He declares that they won't be able to break his voice through the beating and the noise, suggesting that he won't give up his freedom or surrender to their authority. Ultimately, the song is a commentary on the corruption and power dynamics of society, and how people may feel compelled to resort to crime when they are faced with oppression and poverty.
Line by Line Meaning
Why the law, is prowling everywhere I go
I'm wondering why the law is constantly following me
I don't know, the police won't leave me alone
I don't understand why the police won't stop bothering me
I just walked into a bank
I entered a bank
With a pistol in my hands
I was holding a gun
With a shot into the air
I fired a shot upwards
Money fell into my bag
I stole money and put it in my bag
I'm now the law
I have become a criminal
Now the law's out to get me like a dog
The police are pursuing me relentlessly
The same law that kicked me out of my home
The same authorities that evicted me from my residence
Whether if they track me down
Even if they hunt me down
Or press my belly to the ground
Or force me to the ground
They won't ever break my voice
They won't silence me
Through the beating and the noise
Even amidst physical harm and commotion
I'm now the law
I have become a criminal
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Attention-grabbing
Where is my money, honey
Where has the stolen cash gone
Writer(s): Mauricio Miguel Comesaña Reguera
Contributed by Adrian E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.