Money Life

He's a soldier marching straight into his grave Walking forward, shiny suit, aftershave He's a business man, he's riding the tidal wave He's shaking hands with God, he's got it made He's marching straight into his grave He wants to be somebody's slave He keeps his walking, he knows what works the best Keeps his walking, life, love, cigarettes He's proud, he's overly confident He's on the moon, he's whistling, he's content He keeps on strolling along He's a poor man, but not for long He's screaming The light hits the sky like a ceiling He can't get away from the demons He's only alive when he's dreaming He's screaming The light hits the sky like a ceiling He can't get away from the demons He's only alive when he's dreaming He tries to pretend he believes in the money life Boat, skis, drugs, trophy wife He's screaming The light hits the sky like a ceiling He can't get away from the demons He's only alive when he's dreaming He's screaming The light hits the sky like a ceiling He can't get away from the demons He's only alive when he's dreaming He tries to pretend he believes in the money life Boat, skis, drugs, trophy wife Boat, skis, drugs, trophy wife