All the kids they run and hide from misery   They've got their minds plugged into every chord that falls from up above   And all the guardians, they don't know what to do   There aren't angels anymore to tell them all the words to use      And money, money makes me miss you   Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat   Yeah money, money makes me miss you   Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat      And money, money makes me miss you   Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat   Yeah money, money makes me miss you   Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat      Lately, oh lately I've been thinking about   All the songs that I never took the time to write down   Lately, oh lately I've been thinking about   All that songs that I never had the time to write down      I was thinking instead of writing three   I could write you one and you could sing it back to me pretty   But if that doesn't work, I won't give up that quick   I would write you 19 more songs that you'd probably hate      And money, money makes me miss you   Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat   Yeah money, money makes me miss you   Like a broken record, all my words are on repeat