You’ve got the keys to the kingdom
A lot of shiny toys
A lot of pretty friends that make
A lot of smoke and a lot of noise(but)
You ain’t got love, no you ain’t got love
And if you ain’t got love, you ain’t got nothin’ at all ...

Stocks and bonds
Cash and real estate
Stacked up in frond of you
On some kind of silver plate(but)
You ain’t got love, no you ain’t got love
And if you ain’t got love, you ain’t got nothin’ at all ...

Health spas and beauty farms
The myth of eternal youth
You can look in the mirror a thousand times
And never see the truth
You ain’t got love, no you ain’t got love
And if you ain’t got love, you ain’t got nothin’ at all ...

Everbody’s carrying their own little jones
Money, designer drugs, or maybe mobile ‘phones
Face of folks who know it’s already too late
A system of values that just won’t carry the weight

Take away the trappings
Get down to that hollow shell
Might as well be dead
‘Cause you’re already in Hell (‘cause)
You ain’t got love, no you ain’t got love
And if you ain’t got love, you ain’t got nothin’ at all

And if you ain’t got love, you ain’t got nothin’ at all ...