Your Money - The Indelicates

Look at you

Look at your hair

Look at you

Look at you, mein Herr

Look at you

You’re looking utterly seamless

Like an actor playing a genius

Look at you

Look at your luck

At the girl you don’t love

And the wife you don’t fuck

Look at you

Look at what you’ve bought

With all that hard, hard work

And all that financial support

And I loathe and resent

Every dream I’ve dreamt

And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money

I can’t access or save

Any gifts you gave

And I’ve nothing to offer your money

Your money

Your money

Your money

Oh oh oh

Ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh

Ah

Look at me

Look at me begging

Look at me

I’m craven, feral and begging

Look at me

With all my clever ideas

And my bottled up anger and irrational fears

Look at me

Look upon my works

You could stick a label on them

You could sell them as merch

Look at your victory

I’ll betray anyone

Do it to Julia

Do it to Julia

I loathe and resent

Every dream I’ve dreamt

And I’ve nothing but contempt for your money

I can’t access or save

Any gifts you gave

And I’ve nothing to offer your money

Your money

Your money

Your money

Oh lay me down and take me, baby

I will do anything just save me

A place beside you at your table

And ungh ungh ungh ungh ungh

Ah

The mediocre

Have an interest in promoting the mediocre

But I will find you out

I will find you out

I will find you out

I will find you out