money to burn

she don't want to hear you cryin' again

callin' out your existential pain

comes a time when every sensitive brain

needs a taste of reality

yeah

the money markets are wreckin' your head

you shoulda bought commodities instead

now you spend your whole day living in dread

of impending mortality

my friend

tell me what it's gonna take

to make you understand?

you can still do anything you want

when you're free to write the plan

when you gonna realise how lucky you are?

you could be a boy child soldier in somebody's war

find that you're a sex-trade prisoner with nowhere to turn

all i hear is one white male with money to burn

and a whole lot to learn

money to burn

so much to learn

it's true that you're a self-made mystical man

never had a daddy's helping hand

every little thing that's at your command

was the fruit of invention

now you think some hell hound's draggin' you down

you face into the future with a frown

all i want to do is take you crosstown

to another dimension

my friend

tell me what i gotta do

to make you see for real?

you can still go anywhere you please

when your hands are on the wheel

when you gonna realise how lucky you are?

you could be an infant junkie screamin' for more

or clingin' to a refugee boat waitin' offshore

knowing that your owner keeps every penny you earn

'n' all you get to meet each day are the tricks that you turn

all i hear is one white male with money to burn

and a whole lot to learn

still plenty to learn

money to burn

so much to learn