'Money man' 'money man' where did you go?
It's almost evening now,
Go to the pub.
If the night sky fall on your shoulders now ~you bow.
No halo rich alcohol,
Just a galon of wine
for the night,
With an angel dressed tight,
Money dissappear  like dusty stars on extinction,
Money man  you're now stretched  by a tight spring girl ,
Historys most materialistic tension.