We married money and lived in sin Burned our belongings to begin again We buried treasure in the wide open Gave fake hand-shakes, made fast friends -Show me something, cause I got nothing Keep it coming leave it all to me... The blood that’s in them, in me flows And like a fine wine, it sours slow I’ve never drank from another cup Im sure its tasty, the hard-stuff - Show me something, cause I got nothing Keep it coming leave it all to me... - Show me something, cause I got nothing Keep it coming leave it all to me...