between a dime and a dollar is ninety cents a
that's why I give my wife five or nine
trinkets while you're giving
yours diamonds and pearls.
Now, don't you ever feel guilty.
Don't you ever feel no pain, pain, pain.
because you live in a manger up on a hill.
You wear your maid and your sable.
Look out your window, who do you see?
Before you open your eyes
I am the man who cleaned up your office
When you say your last goodbye
Don't you ever feel guilty
Don't you ever feel no pain, pain, pain
Cause you don't want me to live
You merely want me to survive
Yet you try to pretend I'm not evil
Look at the people all standing still
paper and completely ignore
A world that's going down,
Now look out your window,
I'm movin' on up now, movin' on up
I'm movin' on up now, movin' on up