Letra da Música: Money - Liz Phair

Elvis' is probably thirty years old
He looks like a solid forty-five
Lewis says he's got a headache
Looks like shit and it feels like America
Looks like shit and it feels like America
Take them people back inside
Just can't think of what else to take over
But you can't just can't get up in the morning
Looks like shit and it feels like America
Looks like shit and it feels like America

Why fly when you can walk?
Why sing when you can talk?
Why hit the wall when you've just punched the clock?
Oh, why sing when you can talk?

Jeremy's talking about the Bronx
He thinks it's probably a bad place to be
It's gotta be worse than Manhattan
Looks like shit and it feels like America
Looks like shit and it feels like America

Take the train on up to the zoo
But don't look back on what you've been through
'Cause everyone's got a Monday
Looks like shit and it feels like America
Looks like shit and it feels like America

It's nice to be liked, but it's better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have don't really see it that way
But if you could give 'em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet
That they'd wish success for themselves and their friends
And that would include lots of money
That would surely include lots of money

So if there are any of you little green elves sitting out there today
Step right up, wish me old Irish luck
But I also need shitloads of money
And if there are any of you dirty rich old men sitting out there today
Step right up, I'm your lucky fuck
But I'm gonna need shitloads of money
I'm gonna need shitloads of money
I have got to have shitloads of money