Fool Money
© 2001 juliana hatfield music
Jehovah knocking at my door
what can I say
I gave him some
he wanted more
so I paid
and now he's gone
another round for everyone
now its all about the washingtons
money made a fool out of me
made me believe in things I don't believe
nothing saved for a rainy day
free me from my money
guilty of the fashion of the day
dirty old jeans
I dropped several hundred on the pair I never wear
penthouse suite on my knees
throwing up vanilla martinis
oh god please
money made a fool out of me
made me need things that I don't need
nothing saved for a rainy day
free me from my money
from this bus I'm taking home
you can have all my diamonds from Sierra Leone
money made a fool out of me
surrounded me with things that I don't need
nothing saved for a rainy day
free me from my money