Time Is Money (Placebo)

Time Time is money, bastard And hope Is all that you can steal And time Is happy ever after With Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus at the wheel And you are so beautiful That I would drink my fill More pure and more suitable Than any pint of poison I could guzzle or spill War War is money, bastard Cos fear Keeps knocking at your door But war Is spreading like a cancer With Jesus, Jesus Jesus marching on before And you are so beautiful That I will drink my fill More pure and more suitable Than any pint of poison I could guzzle or spill Love Claims to have the answer To all Your troubles every day Love Love is money, bastard So like Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, give it all away And you are so beautiful That I will drink my fill More pure and more suitable Than any pint of poison I could guzzle or spill I could guzzle or spill I could guzzle or spill I could guzzle or spill I could guzzle or spill