Money — текст песни (CB Milton)

This money I made up when I was ten
Now I`m singing it once more again
It`s something pure and innocent
I wanna go back in time
When all that mattered was
The music I made

And if you want to survive
In this jungle that we`re in
You better tell the truth
At least to yourself
Whatever it is that you do
It will come right back to you
So don`t you dare to put your
Conscience on the shelf

Now it`s all about money
All about cash and getting paid
I don`t wanna go on this way
Now it`s all about money
All about sex, and getting laid
It doesn`t matter what you say

There`s so many people out there
Thinkin` only of cash
Makin` music they really despise
And I can never say
I haven`t done it myself
But it`s time to get away
From those lies

And if you want to survive
In this jungle that we`re in
Whatever it is that you do
It will come right back to you