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