The things I do for money, I'll never understand
I used to be quite critical but now I find I'm cynical
A lady with a starving baby miles away from me
No problems there, just life and death
What the hell is wrong with me
And everybody else
No questions asked
Just get receipts and write them off
Expenses - taxes are a bitch these days
Yet the lady and the baby starve
Waiting for a contribution in a UNICEF box
In a drugstore in this ugly little town
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The things I waste my time on, I'll never understand
I used to be quite practical but now I find I'm tactical
I scrape and scheme and struggle hard
To get myself ahead
Have no concern for anyone but me
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
(Instrumental)
The things I do for money
I'll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
