Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
Back to the records room
On the right hand side
In a box marked "Three signatories required"
Things we owe each other, from way back when
Never cut and dry
A procedural formality
Hats raised to fiscal bureaucracy
Arms raised to rebuild democracy
The theory goes
There are people inside
Real people inside
How do you think they'll feel when
They find your paper is worth more than them
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
The promises you made to your brother
All the things you owe your father and your mother
They'll be gone when you're gone
But watch that paper trail
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
But we'll pass the stories on
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
We won't forget
'Cause we are people inside
Real people inside
Do you think it feels good
To know your paper is worth more than us
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Lives longer than a memory
