Time, time is money, bastard
And how is all that you can steal.
Time is happy ever after,
with Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus at the wheel. 

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.

War is money, bastard,
'Cause 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. (4x)