Verse
C#m A C#m A
They're still talking about money, that's right and too much of heaven
C#m
C'mon my friend, let me tell you what it's all about
F#m
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
C#m
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them
C#m
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
A
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
F#m C#m
And that's too much of heaven bringing them underground
A
Let me tell you what it's all about
F#m C#m
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
A
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them.
A B
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
C#m F#m B
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
C#m
Cha cha cha cha cha cha
[Chorus]
F#m B C#m A
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
F#m B C#m A
Heaven, yeah, can always turn around
F#m B C#m A
Too much of heaven, our life is all hellbound
F#m B C#m A
Heaven, yeah, the killer makes no sound
F#m B C#m A
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
F#m B C#m A
Heaven, yeah, can always turn around
F#m B C#m A
Too much of heaven, our life is all hellbound
F#m B C#m A
Heaven, yeah, the killer makes no sound
[Instrumental]
| F#m B | C#m A | x4
[Verse 2]
C#m
They're still talking about money, that's right and too much of heaven
E F#m
C'mon my friend, let me tell you what it's all about
C#m E F#m
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
A
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them
C#m
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
C#m A
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
F#m C#m
And that's too much of heaven bringing them underground
A
Let me tell you what it's all about
C#m
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
A C#m
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them.
A B
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
C#m F#m B
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
C#m
Cha cha cha cha cha cha.
[Outro]
F#m B C#m A
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
F#m B C#m A
Heaven, can always turn around
F#m B C#m A
Too much of heaven, our life is all hellbound
F#m B n.c
Heaven, the killer makes no sound