Money is a man in a tower on a hill
Spends his days feeding little people the bitter pill
Take a bite of the fruit of success we all crave
Gotta have figures after your name
Having money
Is like having a nose bleed
Aint it funny
Hurts to get what you cant keep
Picture this its the dawn of time
And those little gold faces are by your side
Got it from the ground we look to the sky
But before we understand it were all gonna die
Having money
Is like having a nosebleed
Aint it funny
Hurts to get what you cant keep
Its a work of art that you just wont see
Gonna tear us apart but you just wont feel
Nosebleed