when dusk come i saw some people
with dirty clothes roaming with no end
every day i saw some people with tie on
and a bag in his hand every night there
are these people with hot legs and sweet smile
just for sale every where sight of
the people with joyful face and fuckin
bitter sorrow to spare see the world with
all these people lead their lives and i just
don`t care anymore bridge that`s only for one..one
word mention oh..for the money
ah...all for the money oh yeah
sweet monet dirty money blood money