Plush satin sheets, clean and new
A trophy house with empty rooms
To this you toast a hungry ghost
Above the city lights
Pressed against the rails
You gaze across the concrete vale
Your eyes like diamonds
If you had all the money in the world
Would you still want more?
Would you still want more?
All the money in the world
Would you still want more?
Pretty boys and girls?
Red pacific skies, the mirror's roar
Designer thrills that leave you bored
Tomorrow brings another disenchanted offering
And you kill your denial with a pure white smile
Immune to all your fears
The missing piece inside
The one thing you can't buy yourself
You'll find it somehow
If you had all the money in the world
Would you still want more?
Would you still want more?
All the money in the world
Would you still want more?
Pretty boys and girls?
