Bloody money

Living in a crowded city
Where the competition's extremely hard
Survival depends on you
With fights and struggles for bucks
In an exciting night
Drinks and chicks all money's gone away
And when the night is over
I have no control of my own body

Come on baby, come to the rat race

Worrying about your look without
Money to get whatever you want
Then improvising with your mammas clothes
But as always very "hard"

Without it, you are nobody
With it, you can't buy anybody
Hippocrates, they say it sucks
Yuppies, they've got bloody money

Worrying about my look without
Money to get whatever I want
Then improvising with my mamas clothes
I am always very "hard"