To the corner of the market   Place your wager to the price of tea in China   And the smell of dirty money   On your fingers, in the honey pot, is empty      Fall together   Pretty boys, don't you cry      Wrote the sequel to the Bible   Bought the rights to the Original Sin   Made the movie, did the business   Took a mortgage on a mortgage, on a loan      Fall together   Right now, pretty boy      Sold the Lamborghini, baby   Got the baby, now your broker's on the phone   From the land of wine and plates   Send your resume, we'll call you back Jack      Fall together   Right now, over me      'Cause nothing very good or very bad   Will ever last for very long   Nothing very good or very bad   Will ever last for very long      Nothing very good or very bad   Will ever last for very long   Nothing very good or very bad   Will ever last for very long, no