I'm down in this muck, my pockets are dry. Friends disappear at the blink of an eye. I'll execute a plan and I'll do it on the double. I'm stuck down below. All this money and trouble.
Silent scream. A winner's dream. You got yes or no, there's no in between. Eyes blood red, 4, 5 o'clock stubble. I'm falling apart. All this money and trouble.
Chorus:
Money and trouble. Trouble and Money, oh. One begets the other and you know it isn't funny, honey. Pack up your shit and move out while you can. Look what a dollar can do to a man.
Verse 2:
The house on the hill. Impossible dreamer. Sad, sorry sights are all that I'm seeing. You bring the pick, darling. I got the shovel. We'll dig our own graves. All this money and trouble.