Money

Money

G. Wendell & A. Harley

 

I was on the train back from the city

Saw a yuppie drinking dirty Grey Goose martini’s with

Other corporate exec’s.

Nasdaq, Dow Jones, up about 4%,

there’s another suit with a loosened tie around his neck

just like you would expect.

He sold all his shares of AAPL,

Retirement starts at the closing bell.

He’s thirty-something and he’s in control.

 

But, what’s the buy-out rate on your soul?

 

Who needs love when you’ve got money?

Who needs friends when you’ve got money?

Nothing in this life ever comes for free.

So, buy it all if you’ve got money.

 

Mr. Jenks got by day to day

Sweeping and mopping floors barely getting by

On just minimum wage.

He got home late one afternoon,

they called his lucky numbers and his dreams came true.

Can you believe he won the lottery?

Just then, old friends, new friends, family, ex-girlfriends calling him up

Saying “Brother can you help me out? I’m in debt.”

But, what’s the buyout rate on their souls?

 

Who needs love when you’ve got money?

Who needs friends when you’ve got money?

Nothing in this life ever comes for free.

So, buy it all if you’ve got money.

 

So write a dumb pop song to make money

It’s the only way you’ll make it in this industry

Doesn’t matter how you play or what you have to say.

Please don’t be fooled, you’re just a tool to the industry.

To make money, make money.

 

Who needs love when you’ve got money?

Who needs friends when you’ve got money?

Dear Mr. Record Company, here’s your pop single.

 

You buy in, and sell out, buy in, and sell out…

 


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