Verse: How can we make you understand All you can be is right given in your hand You won't need money Trust in me, take me by the hand Give us a chip Dreams are strewn across the sand You won't need money And all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools They drive me crazy, are climbing the walls show me the way, the way to the store Cause I'm so sick of it all But when the penny drops Verse: Trust in me, take me by the hand Cashing your chips strewn across the sand You won't need money And all the pimps, punks, pederasts, jugglers and fools They drive me crazy, it's no good at all show me the way, the way to the store Cause I'm so sick of it all But when the penny drops...