f**ed Up - Warm Change lyrics

Insert a coin to hear the band play. Spend some time, then take your change. Notes on the page turns to bills on the stage. Ideas on a tray, to take home and play. But don't touch my hands with your warm change. The cash in his hand changes a man. To a transaction in some other man's plan. Time was born in a clock, music comes from a box. And paper always beat rock. Value a**igned to the dime is a crime. For a six is a nine for half of the time. Don't touch the stones that you won't believe. You can't take them with you when you leave. Warm change is a trick up a golden man's sleeve. The cash in his hand changes a man. To a transaction in some other man's plan. Time was born in clock, music comes from a box. And paper always beats rock. Don't open the box and alter the state. Don't touch what you cherish or it will change. Tender your soul to the currency. Hold onto your money like it's a dream.