Born into a family set on revolution Leave the door open for a singular exception Turn a blind eye to a strange constitution She puts a black mark on the family’s reputation
Turn up your volume Break into pieces I think you’re missing the point
Gotta give in you, don’t know what to do You’re gonna give in before she hates you The money ain’t all, the money’s brand new All the money in the world, you can’t buy a clue
So she turned up the volume Break up the volume I think you’re missing the point