Portastatic - On Our Hands lyrics

Always searching for the invention to make you rich Then I come with bags of money to your door, and it makes you sick We are counting on you We are counting on you We are counting on you We are counting on our hands Searching for the words to help you explain You bring a mouthful, you just spit them out again We are counting on you We are counting on you We are counting on you We are counting on our hands