You don't believe in love

You don't believe in hatred

Put your money in the bank

It's the only way to save it



You try to make a buck

But you haven't made a penny

You need a little luck

But you know you won't get any



You don't believe in god

You don't believe in glory

You've got a brother in the clinic

Tells the same kind of story



If he had another life

He'd know what would be waiting

If he had another soul

He could sell it all to satan



You don't believe in war

You don't believe in jesus

Got a sister in new york

She knows how she pleases



Walking the streets

On the south side of the city

Trying to make ends meet

Isn't that a pity...for money




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