Time Is Money

Time

Time is money, bastard

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, bastard

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, bastard

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