text: Time
  Time is money, bastard
  And hope
  Is all that you can steal
  Time
  Is happy ever after
  With Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
  Jesus at the wheel
  And you are so beautiful
  That I would drink my fill
  More pure and more suitable
  Than any pint of poison
  I could guzzle or spill
  War
  War is money, bastard
  Cause fear
  Keeps knocking at your door
  But war
  Is spreading like a cancer
  With Jesus, Jesus
  Jesus marching on before
  And you are so beautiful
  That I will drink my fill
  More pure and more suitable
  Than any pint of poison
  I could guzzle or spill
  Love
  Claims to have the answer
  To all
  Your troubles every day
  But love
  Love is money, bastard
  So like Jesus, Jesus
  Jesus, give it all away
  And you are so beautiful
  That I will drink my fill
  More pure and more suitable
  Than any pint of poison
  I could guzzle or spill
  I could guzzle or spill
  I could guzzle or spill
  I could guzzle or spill
  I could guzzle or spill