Big Bad Money

Tryin not to think

You say you're up to the brink

But its much worse than you think

In the world that keeps you down

A dark dirty day

A perfume of pavement and rain

there's a ribbon and a wreath

On the front door of that house

How much costs a castle?

Where do you have to work?

The king's face looks all mangled

And his nails mark up the floor

All the lumpy clotted cream

Dangling from the mouth of the queen

You can faintly hear her eat

And she makes a gulping sound

And I have a reason

To notice what is wrong

Been havin dreams I can't explain

Its just incredible

Big bad money

You spend it on your big bad home, uh oh

And don't you know its kind of funny

When people laugh at all your jokes

Your stupid jokes

I think I've got a gift

It's gray and getting insane

It's the cold that cuts my lips

And the blood that's in my mouth

Now people pack the shops

I think I'm starting to love

How the music really pops

For a short part of the year

Getting to understand you

Is walking down a hole

I think that there's a light in here that burned out long ago

But I can't be judging or sanctimonious

I want to see more peacefully

It's you I'll never trust

Big bad money

You spend it on your big bad home, uh oh

And don't you know its kind of funny

When people laugh at all your jokes

Your stupid jokes