The things I do for money, I'll never understand
I used to be quite critical but now I find I'm cynical
A lady with a starving baby miles away from me
No problems there, just life and d**h
What the hell is wrong with me
And everybody else
No questions asked
Just get receipts and write them off
Expenses - taxes are a b**h these days
Yet the lady and the baby starve
waiting for a contribution in a UNICEF box
In a d**tore in this ugly little town
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The things I waste my time on, I'll never understand
I used to be quite practical but now I find I'm tactical
I scrape and scheme and struggle hard
To get myself ahead
Have no concern for anyone but me
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
(instrumental)
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand