Things I Do for Money

The things I do for money, I'll never understand

I used to be quite critical, but now I find I'm cynical

A lady with a starving baby miles away from me

No problems there, just life and death and

What the hell is wrong with me and everybody else?

No questions asked, just get receipts and write them off

Expenses, taxes are a bitch these days

Yet the lady and the baby starve while waiting for a contribution

In a UNICEF box in a drug store in this ugly little town

Things I do for money, I'll never understand

The world is just marble in the palm of my hand

The palm of my hand

The palm of my hand

The things I do for money, I'll never understand

The world is just marble in the palm of my hand

Things I waste my time on, I'll never understand

I used to be quite practical, but now I find I'm tactical

I scrape and scheme and struggle hard to get myself ahead

Have no concern for anyone but me

Things I do for money, I'll never understand

The world is just marble in the palm of my hand

The palm of my hand

The palm of my hand

The palm of my hand

The palm of my hand

Things I do for money, I'll never understand

The world is just marble in the palm of my hand