I got a message from the screen subliminal

Like a sign saying no one cares no more

and all the networks and the TV stations

feed me lies and simple explanations

But they can't fool me

on the state of this nation love



Chorus:

You still need my hands to feel

You still need my heart to bleed

'Cause your lips taste just like money



You start a fire and it smells like chemicals

As you get higher you will hit the all time low

And does the networks and the TV stations

and the lies, the sex, the fake relations

tell you something about the state

of the nation love



Chorus:

You still need my hands to feel

You still need my heart to bleed

'Cause your lips taste just like money



Just like money...



Concrete high rise I need no pity

On the sky train cross this city

Jesus died and God's gone missing

Take your skin off it might fit me now

Love is dead and you're so pretty baby



You still need my hands to feel

You still need my heart to bleed

'Cause your lips taste just like money



You still need my lungs to breathe

You still need my eyes to see

'Cause your lips taste just like money



Just like money...

Just like money...

Just like money...

Just like money