Winter wants some warming
Makes breathing so Goddamn heavy
The other will shortly follow
And money your friends will borrow
So why is living so Goddamn hard?
You can be the skeleton or the meat
Behind there'll be your enemies
Better than the key to your creed
Is the cold affection of the sun
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
I feel like money, look like money
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Sin in being poor, no sin in being poor
Song of the shirt is "work, work, work"
Song of the shirt is "work, work"
Song of the shirt is "work, work, work"
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah