Put a bit of money on the table
And everyone turns in to a dickhead
I'll swap you health and happiness
For all your gold and riches

Feels like chasing fame and fortune
You’re chasing your own arse
But a greedy man in everyone
Wants more than they deserve

Well whatever happened to the artist
Who did it for the art
You sold your soul 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 before

Well take the bit of money of the table
And then everything starts going wrong
Yeah well everybody's running round in circles
Trying to work out where it's gone

And you think you're going to find out who your friends are
But you should already know
But it's way too late to ask them all
Hate to say I told you so