It's difficult. It's very tough.  I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough  To sit within a fragrant breeze  All among the nodding trees  That hang heavy with the stuff    He threw his arms around my neck  He brushed the tear from my cheek  And held my soft white hand  He was an understanding man  He did not even barely hardly speak    Easy money  Rain it down on the wife and the kids  Rain it down on the house where we live  Rain until you got nothing left to give  And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me    All the things for which my heart yearns  Gives joy in diminishing returns  He kissed me on the mouth  His hands they headed south  And my cheek it burned    Money, man, it is a bitch  The poor, they spoil it for the rich  With my face pressed in the clover  I wondered when this would be over  And at home we are all so guilty-sad    Easy money  Pour it down the open drain  Pour it all through my veins  Pour it down, yeah, let it rain  And pour that ever-loving stuff down on me    Now, I'm sitting pretty down on the bank  Life shuffles past at a low interest rate  In the money-coloured meadows  And all the interesting shadows  They leap up, then dissipate    Easy money  Easy money  Easy money  Rain it down on the wife and the kids  Rain it down on the house where we live  Rain it down until you got nothing left to give  And rain that ever-loving stuff down on me