Fortune tellers have never appealed to me
Last resort to find your bicycle
It's more that materialistic drama
I can not seem to find a piece (peace)

Historical accuracy is escaping
You and I are in the same boat
I can not consider you with reproach
or deny your touch

Daydream of a humble fame
someday
And watch the waves decay
everything
Oxidizing green and beauty
Touching all the rust with
money

It's just money
It's just money
Poverty and anxiety

It's just money
It's just money
Poverty and calamity

It's just money
It's just money
Poverty and insanity

It's just money
It's just money
Poverty and creativity