On a cold, winter morning the sun shone bright

Upon a beautiful, smiling, five-pound note

Gazing at me from the pavement, wet with love

It wasn't there, I was dreaming, you always are

I see the coins that were your eyes

My eyes are shining like sapphires

I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love

And no one will, while money makes us up

Death to monetaries

Death to monetaries

I've been happy and you've been sad

You have died, you are born, you'll be alive

Always at my back, I hear

Always at my back, I hear

Monetaries

Monetaries

Monetaries

Oh, death to monetaries

Death to monetaries