I got a message from the screen subliminal
  Like a sign saying no one cares no more
  and all the networks and the TV stations
  feed me lies and simple explanations
  But they can't fool me
  on the state of this nation love
  
  Chorus:
  You still need my hands to feel
  You still need my heart to bleed
  'Cause your lips taste just like money
  
  You start a fire and it smells like chemicals
  As you get higher you will hit the all time low
  And does the networks and the TV stations
  and the lies, the sex, the fake relations
  tell you something about the state
  of the nation love
  
  Chorus:
  You still need my hands to feel
  You still need my heart to bleed
  'Cause your lips taste just like money
  
  Just like money...
  
  Concrete high rise I need no pity
  On the sky train cross this city
  Jesus died and God's gone missing
  Take your skin off it might fit me now
  Love is dead and you're so pretty baby
  
  You still need my hands to feel
  You still need my heart to bleed
  'Cause your lips taste just like money
  
  You still need my lungs to breathe
  You still need my eyes to see
  'Cause your lips taste just like money
  
  Just like money...
  Just like money...
  Just like money...
  Just like money...