This money I made up when I was ten

Now I'm singing it once more again

It's something pure and innocent

I wanna go back in time

When all that mattered was

The music I made



And if you want to survive

In this jungle that we're in

You better tell the truth

At least to yourself

Whatever it is that you do

It will come right back to you

So don't you dare to put your

Conscience on the shelf



Now it's all about money

All about cash and getting paid

I don't wanna go on this way

Now it's all about money

All about sex, and getting laid

It doesn't matter what you say



There's so many people out there

Thinkin' only of cash

Makin' music they really despise

And I can never say

I haven't done it myself

But it's time to get away

From those lies



And if you want to survive

In this jungle that we're in

Whatever it is that you do

It will come right back to you