Where's all the money gone?
I'm talking to you
All up the whole in your arm is the needle a much better screw
But oh, what will you do alone?
Cos I have to go.

Where is this life of fun, that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and I mean it I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone?
Cos I have to go.

If I was the wife of an acrobat
I look like the living dead, boy
You're on the wire and can't get back,
Let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a car
Could have had it all
Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.

I know where the money's gone
I know what you do
Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's a much better screw
But oh, what will you do alone?
Cos I have to go.

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