Somebody Elses Money - Lyrics by The Wallflowers


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We can buy that mansion on the hill,

We'll fill it up until it's filled.

We'll buy a big black Cadillac

And we'll keep an extra one in the back.

We'll sit home just listening

To the sounds of the winds when they're breaking

And we can buy that diamond ring

And just about any other thing

With somebody else's money.


We can buy you that flower garden

With every rose that's ever risen.

With a blanket and a safety pin

We'll keep away all the boogie men.

And we can buy you that swing

Swing through the skies openings

And we can buy that diamond ring

And just about any other thing

With somebody else's money.


We can tattoo nickels on our skin,

We'll drain our veins and put honey in.

We'll buy new fingers two times ten,

We'll even put pennies in our chins.

We'll buy a silver set of wings,

Lay 'em on our backs for the winds

And we can buy that diamond ring

And just about any other thing

With somebody else's money.


We'll crash in on the neighbors wedding,

We'll steal the cake and go running.

You'll head straight for the jewelry

And I'll steal the money like a lottery.

We'll buy a set of legs just for walking,

And another set of tongues for when we're small talking,

Another set of lips for being obscene

And another set of heads for Halloween.


And we can buy you that swing

To swing through the skies openings.

We can buy that diamond ring,

Just about any other thing,

With somebody else's money.


We can buy babies for the babies,

We'll give them both big red ponies.

They'll live in that mansion on the hill

That we'll keep on fillin' until it's filled.


We'll watch the neighbors fatten up with greed

Watching us buying everything we don't need
I know they're listening

Through a telescope from across the street

Watching us fillin' up the bathtubs with sweets

Money, money, money.


Money on the floor put money in the beds

Put money in the drains

Money coming out of our heads,

Money, money, money.


We can kill many a dirty man

Work by the church when they bring us in.

We can buy anything

Because there's always something

That's so funny about spending

Somebody else's money.
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