Grace Potter & the Nocturnals – Money

I’m not the worrying kind,

But you, you lose every time

You lose every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar,

five, ten, twenty

It’s a crime that you don’t have any money

I don’t need much,

Just a place I can lay me head

And a warm touch

I save every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar, five, ten, twenty

But I still can’t seem to save any money

Once step away from the street

Barely got enough to eat

They’re closing down the old seven eleven

Everybody’s crying for pennies from heaven

Nickel, dime, quarter, dollar, five, ten, twenty

It’s a crime that we don’t have any

Oh it’s a crime that we don’t have any money

No we don’t have any money baby

No I don’t, no I don’t need any money