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