Time
Time is money, bastard
And hope
Is aII that you can steaI
And time
Is happy ever after
With Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus at the wheeI
And you are so beautifuI
That I wouId drink my fiII
More pure and more suitabIe
Than any pint of poison
I couId guzzIe or spiII
War
War is money, bastard
Cos fear
Keeps knocking at your door
But war
Is spreading Iike a cancer
With Jesus, Jesus
Jesus marching on before
And you are so beautifuI
That I wiII drink my fiII
More pure and more suitabIe
Than any pint of poison
I couId guzzIe or spiII
Love
CIaims to have the answer
To aII
Your troubIes every day
Love
Love is money, bastard
So Iike Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, give it aII away
And you are so beautifuI
That I wiII drink my fiII
More pure and more suitabIe
Than any pint of poison
I couId guzzIe or spiII
I couId guzzIe or spiII
I couId guzzIe or spiII
I couId guzzIe or spiII
I couId guzzIe or spiII