You keep playing me like a fruit machinenPuttin' in change systematicallynWinning streak that you had over menIt's turned into your broken tragedynnTurn your pockets out onto the streetnNow you see you've spent it all on me!nYou see my true colors out of syncnNow your skin is a pair of sympathiesnnYou've hit the bottom one hundred times beforenNow feel the fever as I leave you wanting morenYou thought you could turn and walk awaynTaking chances that weren't yours to takennWell I don't think so my foolish boynWatch the next one taking all the joynHold me, nudge me, spinning me aroundnWhere's the money?nCan't hear the clinking round.nnKa-ching, Ka-chingnKa-ching, Ka-chingnKa-ching, Ka-chingnKa-ching, Ka-chingnnYou keep playing me like a fruit machinenOverstretch your generositynFor our band, it's leading you astraynThe little we hadnYou've thrown it all away!nnGo! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a role)nGo! Go! Go! (Yeah you're on a low)nGo! Go! Go!nnYou find it hard to stop it yeahnYou're running like a steam trainnOh I like the way that you do thatnWhere's the money?nCan't hear the clinking round.nnKa-ching, Ka-chingnKa-ching, Ka-chingnnGo!nnYou-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-inenYou-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-inenYou-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-inenYou-keep-play-ing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-inennKer-ching, Ker-ching, oh!nKer-ching, Ker-chingnKer-ching, Ker-chingnnOh, you find it hard to stop it yeahnYou're running like a steam trainnnKer-ching, Ker-chingnKer-ching, Ker-chingnnYou-keep-playing-me-like-a-fruit-mach-ine!