How can we make you understand

All you can be is right here in your hand

You don't need money

trust in me, take me by the hand

give us a chip

and it blows across the sand

you won't need money

and all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools

are climbing the walls

show me the way, the way to my stove

and I'm so sick of it all

but when the penny drops

trust in me, take me by the hand

all you can be is strewn across the sand

don't need money