The sailor walks across the ocean Unsafe on waves of glass Any time dark skies could open And he could perish at the mast His stomach turns, the potion burns He's lifting every stone CHORUS Money comes, and money goes But man must always have a home Money comes, and money goes Man could never be alone Hunter in his leafy temple Monkeys sing, the lion rides Jungle tempting with example His gun always by his side The potion burns, his stomach turns He's lifting every stone CHORUS Astronauts on a travelled plan Searching for his other man The plastic pawn is in his hand And in the other, a looking glass His stomach turns, the potion burns He's lifting every stone CHORUS Money comes Money goes