| Do you ever wonder about the way we are? | |
| What are the reasons? We stuck it up so far | |
| Do you ever worry about you and me? | |
| Do you ever think this is the way we'll always be? | |
| It's just like a circus clown with loaded gun | |
| A loaded trailer with no truck | |
| A power amp with no guitar | |
| A jukebox in an empty bar | |
| Once again, once again | |
| Once again, we're out of luck again | |
| Money talks | |
| Money talks | |
| Money talks, it says goodbye | |
| It dies like you and I | |
| Crucify myself on my own dream | |
| These blistered hands are worth what a real life means | |
| It's just like a circus clown with loaded gun | |
| A loaded trailer with no truck | |
| A power amp with no guitar | |
| A jukebox in an empty bar | |
| Once again, once again | |
| Once again, we're out of luck, my friend | |
| Money talks | |
| Money talks | |
| Money talks, it says goodbye | |
| It dies like you and I | |
| But it says life is a struggle | |
| But Jesus Christ! | |
| Can you call this mess a home?! | |
| Once again, my friend | |
| We're out of luck again | |
| But it makes the pieces fit | |
| We have got too much of it | |
| It's just like a circus clown with loaded gun | |
| A loaded trailer with no truck | |
| A power amp with no guitar | |
| A jukebox in an empty bar | |
| Once again, once again | |
| Once again, we're out of luck, my friend | |
| Money talks | |
| Money talks | |
| Money talks, it says goodbye | |
| It dies like you and I | |
| Money talks |