All the kids they run and hide from misery
They've got their minds plugged into every chord that falls from up above
And all the guardians, they don't know what to do
There aren't angels anymore to tell them all the words to use
And money, money makes me miss you
Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat
Yeah money, money makes me miss you
Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat
And money, money makes me miss you
Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat
Yeah money, money makes me miss you
Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat
Lately, oh lately I've been thinking about
All the songs that I never took the time to write down
Lately, oh lately I've been thinking about
All that songs that I never had the time to write down
I was thinking instead of writing three
I could write you one and you could sing it back to me pretty
But if that doesn't work, I won't give up that quick
I would write you 19 more songs that you'd probably hate
And money, money makes me miss you
Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat
Yeah money, money makes me miss you
Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat