Do you ever wonder
About the way we are?
What are the reasons
We have stuck it out so far
Do you ever worry
About you and me?
Do you ever think
This is the way we'll always be
Just like
A circus clown with no make up
A loaded trailer with no truck
A power amp with no guitar
A jukebox in an empty bar
Once again, once again
Once again we are out of luck my friend
Money talks
Money talks, it says goodbye
To guys like you and I
Crucify myself
On my own dreams
These blistered hands
Are what a real life means
Just like
A circus clown with no make up
A loaded trailer with no truck
A power amp with no guitar
A jukebox in an empty bar
Once again, once again
Once again we are out of luck my friend
Money talks
Money talks, it says goodbye
To guys like you and I
Budda says life is a struggle
But, Jesus Christ!
Can you call this mess of hurt a life?
Once again my friend
We are out of luck again
Money makes the pieces fit
But we ain't got much of it
Just like
A circus clown with no make up
A loaded trailer with no truck
A power amp with no guitar
A jukebox in an empty bar
Once again, once again
Once again we are out of luck my friend
Money talks
Money talks, it says goodbye
To guys like you and I
Money talks