Warm Change - Fucked Up

Insert a coin to hear the band play

Spend some time, then take your change

Notes on the page turn to bills on the stage

Ideas on a tray to take home and play

But don’t touch my hands with your warm change

The cash in the hand changes a man

To a transaction in some other man’s plan

Time was born in a clock, music comes from a box

And paper always beats the rock

Value assigned to the dime is a crime

For six or nine or half of the time

Don’t touch the stones that you don’t believe

You can’t take them with you when you leave

Warm change is a trick up a golden man’s sleeve

But don’t touch my hands with your warm change

The cash in the hand changes a man

To a transaction in some other man’s plan

Time was born in a clock, music comes from a box

And paper always beats the rock

Don’t open the box and alter the state

Don’t touch what you cherish or it will change

Tender your soul to the currency

Hold onto your money like it’s a dream