See them sitting, in the rain

As the sky is darkening

Three lines of traffic are edging past

The ministry of social affairs

At a junction on the ground

An amputee and a pregnant hound

Sit by the young men with withered arms

As if death had already passed.

Through every alleyway, and left

A million beggars silhouettes

Near where the money changers sit

By their locked glass cabinets

What has happened, let go and ask

The ministry of social affairs

Near where the money changers sit

By their locked glass cabinets.

That's what they want, oh yeah

Money, honey

That's what they want, oh yeah

Money, honey

That's what they want, oh yeah

Money, honey

That's what they want, oh yeah

Money, honey

That's what they want, oh yeah

Money, honey

That's what they want, oh yeah

Money, honey.