By Robert Gilbert Copyright 2000
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What we do for money
Is the obsession of our life
Contradictions and lying
Backstabbing and prying
What's up for the future
Will our greed stop on trying?
Money is our happiness
Dead Presidents adored
Smiles criss-cross faces
As we want more, more, and more
Punching for fists full of dollars
While stabbing into morality
Phobias of poor
Homeless folklore
Can it ever dry up?
Will it stop knocking at the door
Money is our happiness
Dead Presidents adored
Smiles criss-cross faces
As we want more, more, and more
The ball's in our court
Will we shoot, will we score?
Or capitalize
And not memorize
The errors of our ways
So blind to our eyes
Money is our happiness
Dead Presidents adored
Smiles criss-cross faces
As we want more, more, and more
Does money hold such magic?
Don't loom inside its spell
Come out and smell the world
Rich in your treasures
