Money you\'re a short term high
Thinking about the power and the people we can buy.
Stack it to the ceiling, take it all to bed,
Numbers scratched on parchment figures in my head.
It makes a sort of noise like fingernails on ice.
Counting it in private, totalling it twice.
Money, it reminds me I have choices
Power unrivaled over pathetic needy voices
Freedom in my pocket giving me that high.
Moments filled with dread should the well run dry.
The power that it yields constantly assurres..
Addictive and intoxicating, it makes me want some more
Money makes it better, purifies my soul
The only true religion that weak men like me hold
It abdicates the sinner, makes opinion go my way.
Money, I hope you’re here to stay.
Money, you’re my navigator, you\'re my guiding hand.
I’m certain if you’ll stay with me I’ll become a better man.
Money, say you’ll stay, never leave my door.
I’m sure in time I’ll come around to thinking about the poor.
Think about the partnership you and I will make.
Swell my coffers and I swear that I’ll give more than I take.
Some say you drive invasions causing innocents to perish
Your value based on the treacle and the minerals we cherish.
So money, guide my path and I’ll think just as you ask.
Never daring to consider in who\'s filthy hands you’ve passed.
I’ll treat you like a tender child or a virgin bride.
As long as you will guarantee you’ll stay here by my side.
My mind will never ponder, consider or concede.
That you’re the cause of war, of hunger and of need.
Instead I’ll just imagine all the things I’d do.
If only I had more, a little more of you.