Cash

Look at all that cash!

Baby cold hard cash

Falling from the ceiling

It's creating affection in us all

Stand up for your right

Take it to the place where nobody else thinks about it

And away and away and away we go

'Till it hurts and we lost all control

And I don't feel obliged to pay

You know it has to get better some day...

I'm the turmoil man

Rubbing everybody in the wrongest of ways

It's only fair

So stand up and admit

I'm headed to that place where it's all in the mix, you know it

That away and away and away we go

'Till it hurts and we lost all control

And I don't feel obliged to pay

And away and away and away we go

'Till it hurts and we lost all control

And I don't feel obliged to pay

You know it has to get better some day...