Haley Bonar - Money lyrics

There's a new war coming It lives in the wires of an oven And the pockets of the jeans that you love in And the hair of the woman that you covet Money you love it And you sure can't live without it But you got a hole up in your pocket The size of the lover in your locket And the skies will all turn violet You're scared and you're silent Quiet as a newborn violin But maybe that's the new kind of violence Money I love it And I sure can't live without it Oh but I got a hole up in my pocket Money, yeah