Time
Time is money, ba*tard
And hope
Is all that you can steal
And time
Is happy ever after
With Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus at the wheel
And you are so beautiful
That I would drink my fill
More pure and more suitable
Than any pint of poison
I could guzzle or spill
War
War is money, ba*tard
Cos fear
Keeps knocking at your door
But war
Is spreading like a cancer
With Jesus, Jesus
Jesus marching on before
And you are so beautiful
That I will drink my fill
More pure and more suitable
Than any pint of poison
I could guzzle or spill
Love
Claims to have the answer
To all
Your troubles every day
Love
Love is money, ba*tard
So like Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, give it all away
And you are so beautiful
That I will drink my fill
More pure and more suitable
Than any pint of poison
I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill