There’s a new war coming
It lives in the wires of an oven
And the pockets of the jeans that you love in
And the hair of the woman that you covet

Money you love it
And you sure can’t live without it
But you got a hole up in your pocket
The size of the lover in your locket
And the skies will all turn violet
You're scared and you're silent
Quiet as a newborn violin
But maybe that’s the new kind of violence

Money I love it
And I sure can’t live without it
Oh but I got a hole up in my pocket

Money, yeah