Put a bit of money on the table
and everyone turns into a dickhead
I'll swap you wealth and happiness
for all your gold and riches
Feels like chasing fame and fortune,
you're chasing your own arse
Put a greedy man in everyone,
wants more than they deserve
Well, whatever happened to the artist
to someone who can't even play guitar
And you want to paint a picture,
but you don't know how to draw
And it feels like everything you do's
been done a hundred times
Well take the bit of money off the table
And then everything starts
Trying to work out where it's gone
And you think you're gonna find out
Well you should already know
But it's way too late to ask them all
Hate to say I'd sold you so
Whatever happened to the people
Who did it from the heart?
I had something to believe in
Well, we all want something special
And we all want something fair
But in order to have everything
We're gonna have to learn
That sounded better to me,
