Money
The root of all evil, the ruler of all lives
The wheels in our heads make us despise
the smell of its paper, the color of its green
Makes everyone go crazy, wait and see what I mean.
Money to spend, and money to burn more money to loose and more money to earn.
The way that it crinkles and folds in our hands
The way that money just spends, spends, and spends!
What is this good demon that lives on our heads?
For it controls all of our lives instead
The way that we think, the things that we do
Money all I have to say is "I fucking hate You!"
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