See them sitting in the rain
As the sky is darkening
Three lines of traffic are edging past
The ministry of social affairs

At a junction on the ground
An amputee and a pregnant hound
Sit by the young men with withered arms
As if the death had already passed

Through every alleyway, and left
A million beggars silhouettes
Near where the money changers sit
By their locked glass cabinets

What has happened, let's go and ask
The ministry of social affairs
Near where the money changers sit
By their locked glass cabinets

That's what they want, oh yeah
Money, honey
That's what they want, oh yeah
Money, honey
That's what they want, oh yeah
Money, honey
That's what they want, oh yeah
Money, honey
That's what they want, oh yeah
Money, honey
That's what they want, oh yeah
Money, honey