Ain't it funny
after all the billions they have made,
they want money just to grow their general disdain,
they're devoured by their soured faulty sense of power,
dour glowers, sour cowards from the leader downwards
And they try with their fake words
to get you in their fake world,
to give you a small sense of feeling as if it would stay worse
if you do not serve them,
if you don't preserve them
your life falls out and you start feeling you don't deserve it
Saint, fiend, profiteer, saviour,
should I adopt a set rash behaviour?
Total control is all that they've yearned for,
but I'm different, I'm not gonna be your slave,
your aide, you won't have my silence,
I'm not gonna be part of your alliance,
you're used to their connivance,
take my defiance, fuck your contrivance
Money, money, money, money,
is this all we're working for?
Money, money, money, money
further bring shit to the fore,
Money, money, money, money,
sham to cause us to withdraw,
Money, money, money, money,
is this all we're working for?
I need to hang my insecurities,
my anxiety,
temporary anger won't do nought for me,
nor will languid sprees,
I need to suss out my real place and how
I can get to it,
it won't be half as easy as it could
so I gotta use my wits
So go on, try it, work a bit harder,
don't let it discourage you, you will move farther,
courage, hope, never stop fighting,
you know you're worth something when the fear gets slight thing
Again, try it, work a bit harder,
focus on achieving your life's own good ardour,
don't give up, keep being exciting,
and the story of your life will keep on writing
Money, money, money, money,
is this all we're working for?
Money, money, money, money
further bring shit to the fore,
Money, money, money, money,
sham to cause us to withdraw,
Money, money, money, money,
is this all we're working for?

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