Soul Asylum

Money talks these days and everybody listens
We're whipping out our wallets trying to but what we're missing
Money screams out I need a slave
I'm just trying to find some worker to dig my grave
Everybody's listening, everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening
I need more, a little more, in a little while
I say those???
Machines?
I'm just trying to find somebody to pay my bail
Money screams is says My soul's for sale
Everybody's listening, everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening
I need a maid to pick up my mess, help me in the morning, help me get dressed