We squander health in search of wealth;
We scheme and toil and save;
Then squander wealth in search of health,
But only find a grave.
We live, and boast of what we own;
We die, and only get a stone.
The love of money is a chain,
Binding souls to greedy pain.
The love of money is a jail,
Bare abode of Hunger pale.
The love of money is a czar,
Lord of slaves that wretches are.