Money

I don't want to know all the things that you've lied about

I'll find better things to do, then get so fucking down about it

I've got broken bones but which ones, oh who knows?

I won't sit here in the dark and cold, getting old and mad without it

It's the end of the evening and what is left?

You're looking around for a lover but not for sex

Can be a fool if you want to cos they don't care

As long as there's a dollar that you can spend

Money

It's written on your face now

All you want is money

But that ain't what I make now

Walk down a different road

At the end, not much to tell your friends about

You know you'll never reach that pot of gold

Just two kids that you'll argue about

I'll put my money on you're just searching for his money

Couldn't care what type of week he's had or if he's stuck like honey

Make a lifetime full of small talk pretending he's so funny

You just put that big old smile on, a lapdog to that dummy

Money

It's written on your face now

All you want is money

But that ain't what I make now

It's the end of the evening and what is left

You're looking around for a lover but not for sex

Can be a fool if you want to cos they don't care

As long as you can spend

Money

It's written on your face now

All you want is money

But that ain't what I make now

You want money

It's written on your face now

All you want is money

But that ain't what I make now