Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Tailored suits, chauffeured cars Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, up for a price

Cleared the fog that was veiled around me And blurred my sights Suddenly, I'm no longer aching To honor my plights Rising moon and my skin is peeling Past undone Suddenly, I can't justify What I had become