Making Money

But he doesn't care Cause he makes his share He's making money No thought for you But what's he gonna do if he's making money He's growing old Can't see through his blindfold He's making money He just can't see But he agrees if he's making money He thinks that making a living Is more important than giving Love and support to his family He works long hours And it's beyond his powers to comprehend Anybody else's feelings His wife calls him up on the phone She's been sitting there all alone She asks "Honey, are you even alive?" She doesn't know where he's been She pours herself another glass of gin And asks "Honey, are you even alive anymore?" But he doesn't care Cause he makes his share He's making money No thought for you But what's he gonna do if he's making money He thinks about promotional rankings Pressed suits, investments and banking His world is his job, his desk his salvation His home is in his office He doesn't know his wife is nauseous For the man she married is dead inside She bangs her head against the wall Because he won't return he calls She asks "Honey, are you even alive?" She used to be so in love She looks up to the sky above And asks "Honey, are you even alive anymore?" But he doesn't care Cause he makes his share He's making money No thought for you But what's he gonna do, he's making money He's growing old Can't see through his blindfold He's making money He just can't see But he agrees if he's making money He's making money He's making money He's making money He's making money He's making money He's making money He's making money He's making money