Ain't it funny how money is a thief
that we all give our life for
Ain't it funny how money is a lover
that can never resolve

Ain't it funny how money is a number
that we argue and fight for
And tell me if money's good luck
why does the stress go up
Whenever there's more money involved?

I just don't want your money
I just want you next to me honey
I just don't want your money
I just want you next to me, next to me

Not just anybody
I just want you next to me honey
Cuz I don't want your money
I just want you next to me

Headin' for the lens where the ends
not the means suffices
And we're aiming for the brink where
there ain't no time to think of the fall
Where history repeats and repeats and
we're drawn to our vices
We ain't lemmings on the cliff, ain't it a gift
when you answer the call

There's only dead men leaving the wills
There's only dead men on your dollar bills
There's just a dead man's name on your trust

See I got bills and change
with ex-presidents' names
I bet they wish they were living like us

Cuz I don't want your money
I just want you next to me, honey

So keep your dead men on your dollar bills

Written by The Foreman Brothers (Jon and Tim Foreman)