Money to Be Made

Put up your barricades, there’s money to be made
Continue your charades, there’s money to be made
What you’re asking for means the world to me
You draw close as you whisper, «Precisely»
Your safety assured behind those egg-shell walls of yours
Your safety assured behind those egg-shell walls of yours
Friends and family glide by on wings of faith
Faithlessly I don’t recognize a face, not a single face
Take this sorry soul
I’ve made enough of a mess on my own, on my own