You want the money babynI'll take it down to MexiconLightway New OrleansnBe no blind anymorennIt's so hard not to faintnWhen liars speak and you're afraidnRunning guilty inside your brainnBlowing high, flight in hazennThe other side of this plateaunNo patrol, No controlnDeep inside no one rulesnLove is one, love is younnBlown by satellite diversions from a mobile sunnWhy do you have to kill us all in monetary mode?nnGo back where you belongnGo back where you belongnGo back where you belongnInnocence made insanennGo back where you belongnGo back where you belongnGo back where you belongnInnocence gone insanennA clear sunlight inside your headnThe sweetest shotgun to your facennMorbid souls get raised in hellnThis torch of love is light your waynnIf I ever get a chance nto steal all the money in the worldnI will bring it down to your door nand burn it all in flames