You don`t believe in love
You don`t believe in hatred
Put your money in the bank
It`s the only way to save it
You try to make a buck
But you haven`t made a penny
You need a little luck
But you know you won`t get any
You don`t believe in God
You don`t believe in glory
You`ve got a brother in the clinic
Tells the same kind of story
If he had another life
He`d know what would be waiting
If he had another soul
He could sell it all to Satan
You don`t believe in war
You don`t believe in Jesus
Got a sister in New York
She knows how she pleases
Walking the streets
On the south side of the city
Trying to make ends meet
Isn`t that a pity...for money
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