You don't believe in love You don't believe in hatred Put your money in the bank It's the only way to save it You try to make a buck But you haven't made a penny You need a little luck But you know you won't get any You don't believe in God You don't believe in glory You've got a brother in the clinic Tells the same kind of story If he had another life He'd know what would be waiting If he had another soul He could sell it all to Satan You don't believe in war You don't believe in Jesus Got a sister in New York She knows how she pleases Walking the streets On the south side of the city Trying to make ends meet Isn't that a pity...for money
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