How can we make you understand
All you can be is right here in your hand
You don't need money
trust in me, take me by the hand
give us a chip
and it blows across the sand
you won't need money
and all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools
are climbing the walls
show me the way, the way to my stove
and I'm so sick of it all
but when the penny drops
trust in me, take me by the hand
all you can be is strewn across the sand
don't need money
