Money, Money

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Money, money, my dear old friend

Paper, card, coins and more

The more we loan the more they lend

It keeps on going untill it makes us poor.

Money, money, whats up with you

You brought a crisis to these lands

The bankers have had enough with you

You practically leapt from our hands.

Money, money, what have you done

You've stripped our walls completely bare

You have taken away all our fun

Now all thats in our pockets is air.

Money, money, it's all your fault

It's not all yours to share

You've stolen our money from our vault

And taken it to your secret lair.

Money, money, when will you stop

Now we're just skin and bones

Now we can't go to a shop

Now we rest under our gravestones.

Money, money, my dear old friend

Paper, card, coins and more

The more we loan the more they lend

It keeps on going untill it makes us poor.

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