Select language to translate this lyric
Avarice, avarice! Money, money is bliss!
The money man makes all the money thatâs why the money man lives
He sells the souls of his freakshow, for the money man money is bliss
Heâs sold his father and mother; his daughter and wife do tricks
Each coin and each note that he makes he greedily gobbles and licks
Avarice, avarice! Money, money is bliss!
He sold all of his children; he sold his friends as well
Well, one day pretty soon the money manâs going to Hell
The money manâs so greedy heâs got a dollar down his jacketâs insides
For the sake of making more money he murders, cheats and lies
Avarice, avarice! Money, money is bliss!
Everywhere he springs misery, each of the freaks he makes cry
He sold his soul to the Devil heâs the only one whoâd buy
- Album:
- Cold Night In Soho
- Either Or
- Miscellaneous
- Plague Songs
- Live in Soho
- The Story of Franz Biberkopf
- Rime of the Ancient Mariner
- Here I Am Human!
- Here I am Human
- Farmyard Filth
- Low Life Lullabies
- Spit Bucket
- Ad Nauseam
- Circus Songs
- Bad Blood and Blasphemy
- Births, Marriages & Deaths
- Shockheaded Peter: A Junk Opera
- Two Penny Opera
- The Sea
- Torture Garden