Testo: Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Money.

Ia??m not the worrying kind,
But you, you lose every time
You lose every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar,
five, ten, twenty
Ita??s a crime that you dona??t have any money

I dona??t need much,
Just a place I can lay me head
And a warm touch
I save every nickel, dime, quarter, dollar, five, ten, twenty
But I still cana??t seem to save any money

Once step away from the street

Barely got enough to eat
Theya??re closing down the old seven eleven
Everybodya??s crying for pennies from heaven

Nickel, dime, quarter, dollar, five, ten, twenty
Ita??s a crime that we dona??t have any
Oh ita??s a crime that we dona??t have any money

No we dona??t have any money baby
No I dona??t, no I dona??t need any money