He looks up at her to find she staring back At fingerless gloves, with fingernails black Thereâ??s a permanent frown Thatâ??s etched in her skin Designer bag fat, her figure is thin He says hi to her, she nothing to him Sheâ??s scared of the outside, Sheâ??s boxed herself in To a world full of judgment And callous routine She forgets where sheâ??s from, He knows where heâ??s been Rich people die unhappy Thatâ??s what daddy said But I never believed him While drunk in the head With our television dinners And a broken t.v. set Money makes you happy I bet He goes to be famous, a house in the hills Very little free time, whole lot of pills That nail polish spread to a Franchise of bands As fake as the Xâ??s sharped on their hands He was bitter as the smell Of a magazine review But he had all the cars And the pools and the view And as a bum tries to stop him For a 5 or a 10 He forgets where heâ??s from, He forgets where heâ??s been Rich people die unhappy Thatâ??s what daddy said But I never believed him While drunk in the head With our television dinners And a broken t.v. set Money makes you happy I bet