Dirty Money

Every night, every day
I can't help but think about money
I say to myself
Let it go, it'll go
Let it go away

And the man with the tired eyes
Of a vulture will say
Yes it's time, yes it's time
Yes it's time to pay

So take your dirty money
Yeah, take your dirty money

So you say to yourself
Is it all worth the heartache and pain?
And why should some yuppie looking church
Come and stake what you make?

Son of all the leeches
Sucking on the world
Hear what I say
You ain't getting no more
You ain't getting no more
You ain't getting no more

Dirty money
Dirty money

Here comes Mr. Cash
The man at the door says
Go away or give me the cash in hand
'Cause it's the same old road that we're on
There's a buck and a loaded gun
That makes the dirty money

That dirty money
Here comes Mr. Cash
With his dirty money
Stick your dirty money
Stick your dirty money

Money in the safe
Money in the bank
Money in the pocket
But it all goes to waste
Oh money
Dirty money