Moneymaker's Streets

Wake up, another day, another race against the clock
Money's tight, another twenty-four hours to get by
You've got your working boots
Underneath a tattered jacket and a worn out face
They cut you loose, your life's been turned into one big money race

So you got to step it up
Don't want to be another mess-it-up
Got an awful lot to prove to yourself
Gonna pave your own way out of this hell

But this city never sleeps
People are worn out, afraid to miss a beat
You're just trying to stay on your feet
On these Moneymaker's streets

But some things money just can't buy
Money just can't buy
Money just can't buy
Money just can't buy

Now you're strutting in a pressed suit
And a pair of shiny shoes, that match your belt
Important papers in your suitcase
Your fancy words are gonna make the opposition melt

They say it won't be long now
It's only gonna be the third time that they're making you wait
But as long as you keep your head down
Soon you'll have the life that you've always craved

But this city never sleeps
People are worn out, afraid to miss a beat
Just trying to stay on your feet, on these Moneymaker's streets

But some things money just can't buy

Children lying awake in their bed
(Money just can't buy.)
Staying up to hear the keys rattle in your hand
(Money just can't buy.)
Broken promise from this morning, tomorrow you'll try again
(Money just can't buy.)
At home you're just a shadow but on the streets you're the man