Everyday I Think Of Money - Stereophonics

I drive a truck, it carries money

And everyday, I dream up my fantasies

Yesterday, I bought my beach house

A little place just off the coast of France

Everyday I think of money

Everyday I think of running

I love my truck, I love my family

Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me

Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place

Then I’d ditch the truck, and buy a new face

Everyday I think of money

Everyday I think of something

It can’t buy you love, can’t give you soul

Can pick you up, can down you low

Can drag you out of the hole

You dug, yourself, out of again

Sat in a truck, it it carries convicts

My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs

Tomorrow, I’ll maybe walk around the yard

Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment

Everyday I think of money

Everyday I miss my family