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