Money
Money
I happen to think a life
That has as its end
Something of service and purpose
Really doesn't matter
Whether you're making shoes
Or writing books or plays
But has some end product
Is a far more substantial life
Than someone who has gotten
Led into the way of thinking
That tells him that money
Is the reason why we live
Money
Money
Money
Money
You got me killing for you
You got me dying for you
You're telling me a whole heap of lies
Wishing them to be true
Lost and heartbroken in a make-believe land
Living off hope with no clue and no plan
And no funds and no cash and no drum and no pad
And no friends in high places that can bail-out my crash
Even my last straw has a price attached
Money
Money
I for one simply can't get terribly excited
About anyone who wants to commit their lives
To just making money as an end in itself
I can't understand it
I think that all values ultimately come
Out of a materialistic approach to life
That there's no such thing as simply saying to people
Now, be nice
But you can't be nice if you're living miserably
Damn that credit score's gonna break my back
Gonna break my bones, the dry valley knows:
Nobody ever passes go without a fistful of lack
Without a fistful of guilt? Without a fistful of need?
There's ivory towers on the hill
And ebony graves in the street
Colston knows what I mean
Statue thrown in the stream
With a bottom-line splash of a cash driven man
Money
They praise those that hate me
And seek to enslave me
Now everybody money crazy
In this make-believe land (money)
They praise those that hate me
And seek to enslave me
Now everybody money crazy
In this make-believe land (money)
We really don't have very much in the world at all
If we allow any aspect of money values
To transcend the requirements that are necessary for human dignity