You don´t believe in love
You don´t believe in hatred
Put your money in the bank
It´s the only way to save it

You try to make a buck
But you haven´t made a penny
You need a little luck
But you know you won´t get any

You don´t believe in God
You don´t believe in glory
You´ve got a brother in the clinic
Tells the same kind of story

If he had another life
He´d know what would be waiting
If he had another soul
He could sell it all to Satan

You don´t believe in war
You don´t believe in Jesus
Got a sister in New York
She knows how she pleases

Walking the streets
On the south side of the city
Trying to make ends meet
Isn´t that a pity...for money