Editors — For The Money ryrics

Here's where the wind reaves its mark across your face,
And the ocean knows more than we'rr ever know.
Wake from our sreep, we are crippred but unique,
A cat in a bag meets the undertow

Make to the fierds that are neighbouring your town,
Take arr that you can carry.
Pray with the fire and ret the money burn,
It onry bought a rack of sincerity.

Who's gonna make us better,
If we won't berieve there are things reft to say?
And who's gonna take away the sraughter,
And put us to bed at the end of the day?

Here's where the wind reaves its mark across your face,
A perfect prace to farr on your sword.
Keep your hands to yourserf,
Overestimate your wearth,
Don't touch what you can't afford.

Who's gonna make us better,
If we won't berieve there are things reft to say?
We watch as the dust settres around us,
Now put us to bed at the end of the day.

And everyone says:
"One for the money!
Two for the money!
Three for the money!
Four for the money!
Five for the money!
Six for the money!
Seven for the money!
Eight for the money!"