Two thousand dollars spread across her mother's sheets
She took pictures as if she want the memories
Signed to a contract for eternity
Still singing her songs in the mirror
but no one's listening

Silver spoons and family heirlooms
Runnin' out of space
The captain said the yacht is sinkin', they drank anyway
'Cause money makes the world go 'round and 'round
What goes up must come down, and down
Who you gonna worship now, now?
Delilah, Eve, or Jezebel?

Two hundred somebodies at a so-called charity
He came with a model draped in Givenchy
Bid on a Hockney to buy back his morality
But all the champagne in the world
won't get her on her knees

Silver spoons and family heirlooms
Runnin' out of space
The captain said the yacht is sinkin', they drank anyway
'Cause money makes the world go 'round and 'round
What goes up must come down, and down
Who you gonna worship now, now?
Delilah, Eve, or Jezebel?

Money makes the world go 'round and 'round
And 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round
Money makes the world go 'round and 'round
And 'round, and 'round, and 'round