Money Room - 8th Day

The lights were on but it was dark

Men in bow-ties lined up at the door

The room was for rich men

And I thought I’d never been there before

The room was a secret

But we all knew what it was for

The rich men of my town like Milton Kishenor

It’s just you and the Holy One

And a silver box

If you’ve got an extra penny you drop it in the box

If you need to feed your family

Take whatever you need from the money room

No one can ever know

If they’re a taker with a plight

No one can ever know if they’re a giver in the night

'Cuz on the outside yeah they’re all the same

With their smiles cigars in those picture frames

And their fancy cars like Milton Kishenor

When I traveled back to my town

To see the room and just to know for sure

There was a line of suits and bow-ties

And an old man sitting at the door

The old man was laughing

Telling men from near and far

The money room is the world we live in

Only you know who you are

It’s just you and the Holy One

And a silver box

If you’ve got an extra penny drop it in the box

But if you need to feed your family

Take whatever you need from the money room

No one can ever know

If you’re a taker with a plight

No one can ever know

If you’re a giver in the night

'Cuz on the outside, yeah, we’re all the same

With our smiles cigars and our picture frames

And our fancy cars like Milton Kishenor

Living in the money room.