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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
Writer(s): Bryan Anthony Potvin, Don Gerard Schmid, John Peter Semko, Merl Dean Bryck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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