F$ck Money

It's getting real now
Time is running out
Ocean's drying up
No support now
Just these chords, how?
No it isn't much
I didn't choose this for the thrills
But now it's getting hard to pay the bills
I'm not even sure I've got the skills
But no matter what I'll climb this hill
Cos I just wanna be a one-man band
I'm trynna figure out just who I am
I'm finally brave enough to take this stance
And I just need you now to take my hand

Fuck money, I don't even want it anyway
What good's it to me when I'm in my grave?
I would rather have the final say
So when I'm dead and gone, you still know my name
Fuck money, I don't even want it anyway
What good's it to me when I'm in my grave?
I would rather have the final say
So when I'm dead and gone, you still know my name

White collars chasing dollars
And the scholars think they're ballers
Let them roll the dice
Don't wanna be another yuppie
Just wanna keep on making melody
Despite my sacrifice

Fuck money, I don't even want it anyway
What good's it to me when I'm in my grave?
I would rather have the final say
So when I'm dead and gone, you still know my name
Fuck money, I don't even want it anyway
What good's it to me when I'm in my grave?
I would rather have the final say
So when I'm dead and gone, you still know my name
Fuck money, I don't even want it anyway
What good's it to me when I'm in my grave?
I would rather have the final say
So when I'm dead and gone, you still know my name
Fuck money, I don't even want it anyway
What good's it to me when I'm in my grave?
I would rather have the final say
So when I'm dead and gone, you still know my name