Lights were on but it was dark
Men in bow ties lined up at the door
The room was for rich men
I thought I'd never been there before
The room was a secret
But we all knew what it was for
For the rich men of my town
Like the Milton Kishenor
Its just you and the holy one
And a silver box
If you 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 could ever know
If they're a taker with a plight
No one could ever know
If they're a giver in the night
Cause on the outside ya they're all same
With their smile, cigars, and those picture frame
And a fancy cars like a Milton kishenor
Ya, on the outside ya they're all same
With their smile, cigars, and those picture frame
And a fancy cars like a Milton kishenor
When I traveled back to my town
To see the room and just to know forsure
There a line of suits and bowties and an old man sitting at the door
The old man was laughing telling men from near and far
The money rooms the world we live in
Only you know who you are
Its just you and the holy one
And a silver box
If you 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 could ever know
If you're a taker with a plight
No one could ever know
If you're a giver in the night
Cause on the outside ya we're all same
With our smile, cigars, and those picture frame
And our fancy cars like a Milton kishenor
On the outside ya we're all same
With their smile, cigars, and those picture frame
And our fancy cars like a Milton kishenor
In the money room
In the money room
In the money room
Living in the money room