With empty pockets full of laughter  I set my eyes on bars of gold  Went to the market of hereafter  Where truths are bought and lies are sold  It would hurt to hear that I was after  Half a million dollars every year  If I ever traded truth for laughter  I'd forgotten why I was put here  I gave up looking for some meaning  Within the vault of old cliches  And pocket change could buy no healing  For all the broken hearts I'd trade  It would hurt to hear that I was after  Half a million dollars every year  So if I ever traded truth for laughter  I'd forgotten why You put me here  Sitting in a hotel room in London  There's a million reasons I should care  I'm waiting for the night life to begin  So I won't remember why I was put here  It would hurt to hear that I was after  Half a million dollars every year  Choosing to replace the truth for laughter  I'd forgotten why You brought me here