Time. Time is money bastard. And hope. Is all that you can steal. And 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. Cos 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