Money, money makes the world go round
Money, money'll make you change your sound
If the price is right
If the price is right
If you want paper
If you want gold and silver
Learn now not later
People pay for what's familiar
No need to know yourself too well
You can trade in that saga you tell
For the song you know will sell
If you want cheddar
If you want smoke and roll better
Take off your sweater
To earn your varsity letter
It's a virgin feast for all
See how gracefully they fall
Into the mirrors on the wall
Cuz' if you want to belong
You write a sing-a-long
Money, money makes the world go round
Money, money'll make you change your sound
If the price is right, you forfeit your style without a fight
Who will be your beacon of the night should have been truly bright
Where do we go
The freaks
On the fringe
When the edges are all rounded out
We just dangle out in space
You can call us when you need to find out
We go, the misfits, on the fringe
When the edges are all rounded out
We just dangle out in space
You can call us when you need to find out
What the real stars are all about
Time has turned and the scenery has changed
And all the books have burned
But the lyrics remain
Let the motherfucker burn
Let's change the refrain
Nobody need history
Repeatin' tin', tin', tin', tin'
Money, money makes the world go round
Money, money'll make you change your sound
If the price is right
If the price is right
If you want skrilla
If you're a cheddar gorilla
Stack up your bills as
You sign away your free will
There's no need to represent
The truth of self has now been spent
Moving from mortgage out of rent
Cuz' if you want to belong
You write a sing-a-long
Money, money makes the world go round
Money, money'll make you change your sound
If the price is right, you forfeit your style without a fight
Who will be your beacon of the night should have been, truly bright