Boulders to rocks, gravel to sand
Leaving you nothing but beaches
You used to move mountains
Oh, wave of your hand
Now you just finger the peace, and now
Here it comes, here it-
Here comes, here it here it-
Here it come, here it-
Here comes, hear it hear it comes
Here it comes, here it
Here comes, hear it
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
[?] finger
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
[?] finger
Bang away
Money shot your love
Forests of trees bounding dimwitted doves
Sipping your way to confusion
You used to be driven by mission and lust
Now it's just dull compensation
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
[?] finger
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
[?] finger
Bang away
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
[?] finger
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Grind away
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
[?] finger
Bang away
(Here come the money shot)
Writer(s): Maynard James Keenan, Mat Mitchell
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