Eyes are sober, this is the plan I'm sitting in a car heading neverland A fancy man, a fancy man He's pointing with the fingers that are left on his hand
Eyes are hazel, but far too cold Looking out for love But none of us can Where's the monkey that I've been told of? I'm staring at the money that burns in my hand I'm dancing for dollars And for a fancy man
Come right over, I'll knock on your shoulder This is a story and this is what I've planned An angry man, an angry man Nothing is more fatal than an angry man
Vulnerable heights Feed the hand that bites me Following the steam into another room Standing in the corner Is this my home Showing us love that none of us can I'm singing for money That burns in my hand
Tell me Will I make it home tonight?
I'm doing it for dollars and for a fancy man I've got a lot of money that burns in my hand
