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