Money
Battalions of bedlam boys hit the town every night
Clenched up fist, drunken tongue bound to cause a fight
Outsiders in their home town bars with the blacked out windows
And the burned out cars, kids drinking under the moon lit stars
No money in the bank
When the holes closed and the black stuff goes
All is left is drugs and holes
From the high lights to the low lights
No longer hear Swans sing
No longer cranes up in the sky they crashed and fell to earth
And the kids kick round with nothing to do
It’s been their right from birth
Oh, how you gonna turn back time
Money
Not what we’re thinking of, nothing but a straight up lie, come on
Oh, how give back pride
Money
Not what we’re thinking of, nothing but a straight up lie
From the picket lines to these wicked times
We just can’t breath
Every man needs his shelter; every man has got his own needs
Look to you for answers your motives all we found
When the coffers coughed in to an empty trough
Were gonna march upon your town
Oh, how you gonna turn back time
Money
Not what we’re thinking of, nothing but a straight up lie, come on
Oh, how give back pride
Money
Not what we’re thinking of, nothing but a straight up lie
How deep you gonna cut when your cutting through the bone?
How much you gonna push till a man can lose his home?
See the needs of many but your only pleasing your self
How long the average man gonna feel the discontent?
Oh, how you gonna turn back time
Money
Not what we’re thinking of, nothing but a straight up lie, come on
Oh, how give back pride
Money
Not what we’re thinking of, nothing but a straight up lie