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"