One more day, with a tumble fall,

Down the money pit, with nothing to show

Hey hey yeah

Another twist, in the horror tale

It's an open coffin, that needs one more nail

Smell of money.

Maybe I'm a victim, (soft silk and bamboo?)

Maybe it's the smell of money

Attracts me to you...

Hey hey yeah money.

Two clean shirts

I'm out on bail

As the barroom baits

They start to wail

The smell of money.

Maybe I'm a victim, (soft silk and bamboo?)

Maybe it's the smell of money,

That brings me to you.

Stretched out across the ceiling

... domes shimmer and glow

Golden citadels

While the autumn wind billows and flows.

Dancing nights, in the lost and found

Move really nice to that money sound.

Smell of money, smell of money,

Smell of money, smell of money

I need

I bleed.