Well I work all my life to be rich
When I retire
Well my body ache like buggery
And uh
How 'bout my mind
Money and fancy clothes
Money and fancy clothes
He can make you slave for seven days a week
The lust for things he tells you
That you need
Money and fancy clothes
Money and fancy clothes
And I can feel him all around me
Whispering ice to my ear
He says you need me like a walker
As he zones in on my fears
Money and fancy clothes
Money and fancy clothes
Money and fancy clothes
Telling you what to do
To get back where to live
Where's too cold
Uh uh uh u uh
Ow ow ow o ow
Oh oooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ooooh
