Money, money, money
It’s the only thing that matters
We don’t care at all
if our country ends in tatters
We won’t feel a thing
if you all die
just as long as we
end up with all the pie
Money, money, money
Give us all we desire
You can’t have any
You can only admire
We’re rich, rich ,rich
much more important than you
Don’t question, just obey
Your lives are ours too
Yes we pull your string
and you can’t do a thing
‘Cause you’re powerless and weak
We’re the masters and you’re meek
Stomp, stomp, stomp
We’ll stomp you into the ground
you’re all nothing but trash to us
and we don’t want you around
Here’s the finished song for those interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOH3IykpLF0
Terry Coats


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