Fucked Up

Warm Change
Insert a coin to hear the band playSpend some time, then take your changeNotes on the page turn to bills on the stageIdeas on a tray to take home and playBut don't touch my hands with your warm changeThe cash in the hand changes a manTo a transaction in some other man's planTime was born in a clock, music comes from a boxAnd paper always beats the rockValue assigned to the dime is a crimeFor six or nine or half of the timeDon't touch the stones that you don't believeYou can't take them with you when you leaveWarm change is a trick up a golden man's sleeveBut don't touch my hands with your warm changeThe cash in the hand changes a manTo a transaction in some other man's planTime was born in a clock, music comes from a boxAnd paper always beats the rockDon't open the box and alter the stateDon't touch what you cherish or it will changeTender your soul to the currencyHold onto your money like it's a dream Aus Songtexte Mania