Vanity Fair

money, money

welcome to my new and improved life

on the dark side

climbing the never ending stairs of gold

just trying to grab and hold



it's all good

my face on the magazine

limelights and everybody's loving me

i made a deal with the so called friends of mine

now i burn art like i burn all the bridges behind



all bridges behind



i'm all over and i've got it going

i will turn my soul into profit

i'm all over and i've got it going

i'll make it happen just the way you want it



money, girls, cars

is what they promised me

got none of them

just this new type of captivity

i went through the wheels of machinery

and now i'm half the man that i used to be



that i used to be



i'm all over and i've got it going

i will turn my soul into profit

i'm all over and i've got it going

i'll make it happen just the way you want it