Grace Potter and 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 my 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 stepped 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, no we don't have any money, baby, no no
No we don't, no we don't, no I don't need any money