if we throw only coins weve got a lot of money to throw at the problem we listen to the ringing a tiny noise in the dusk that almost sounds like music we have washed our bills and hung them on a clothesline we watch them dance in the wind we watch them dry and wither when the moneys gone where does it go does it go to heaven we sit in silence just our bodies and the work of our hands when the moneys gone where does it go does it go to heaven whom you serve will be your master we have served it for to long