you can't buy love
but you can buy a shag.
you can't buy happiness
or time you won't get back.
you can buy beauty, health and friends
you can buy anything
so look after your wealth!
you can't buy…oh
wait, you can buy it all!
as long as you have enough money to your name
the world will lie at your feet and follow every step you take.
Money is a porn producer, who mascarades as a professional film producer, promising fame and fortune to young girls in LA.
Money exploits us all, telling us to cry on his cock as he forces it down each of our throats.
Money talks its valuable poetry, cha ching as we take the money shot, the money shot, the money shot...
Blaw! we take the money and run. Exploited, every one of us carries this inflated value; running around with our heads chopped off.
Where did we put our heads?
Not a one realizing how.
We put our heads collectively in the sand.
Money talks, but we dont. Money walks, but we wont. Money marches, but we cant stand. Can't form a coherent sentence while we're getting fucked.
"If my dad finds out he will destroy me!"
"I won't tell."
Money wants us young, dumb, and full of idiom; and as the bubble bursts, we can't help but feel depressed.
Our faces are all over the internet. America the beautiful, I can hardly see your face behind the biggest, blackest cock.
If you want to turn anyone into your own personal whore, first you got to get the money!
Money is king. But is he kind? Money is our god, but what kind?
Money money money, MONEY!
The lyrics of every rap song on the top 100
Can we get some hoes and some money that we can throw's up in here!?
It's what we all want, and its what we all fear. Money controls us and rules us without a peer.
Money replaces trust, it replaces common decency, and puts a friendly mask on the face of a murdering monster.
Money makes me sick. It smells like burning flesh if you read it just right, and put your nose up real tight, it can start to burn you too.
Roll a hundo, give Ben a sniff. Money doesn't care if you sell it off to buy drugs or a train wreck. Money isn't ethical and neither are you.
Money wants us all to bow down, and when we rise up, we look like monopoly men.
Give me some money and I can change the world into a paradise on earth; give your local bank some money, and our world looks like a shopping mall.
i kicked you out years ago but i could never force you to leave permanently in fact i'd probably call you and tell you to come home if you hadn't blocked my number because at this point what do i have to lose? you ripped out my insides and took them with you when you left and everyone seems to believe i can buy a new being just like the one you stole from me but the heart that's filled with you is worth more than all the money in the world.
I am money,
bringing joy and greed.
I'm not sure of my power
only who owns me does.
I'm the voice in your head
saying spend me, steal me.
I can be total destruction,
or just a twinkle in the eyes.
I can cause the end of friendship
or the beginning of a new life.
I will disappear in the end,
but it's not me who dies.
I will have killed your life,
I am money
My best friend and I were talking today
She was going on about how she was going to marry the Prince Charming of her life
I plainly say, "I'm going to marry for money."
She started going on and on about how that is wrong
And that 'I should love who I marry.' and 'love isn't as rare as you say.'
But I explained that I am going to marry a man that can afford to spoil me
Not only me, but also the children I want to have
I want to marry for money in fear of never finding the man I love
The fear of never meeting my soul mate
I know myself enough to be able to say that I can train myself to love someone
I could at least love him enough to say 'I do'
Paper that we worship
n' value n' want more
What put our trust
in paper I ask
In Gods name
We fight the game
When death arrives
It's over, it's under
From a baby in the womb
To a corpse in a tomb
We fight for paper
It's value is funny
We lose our lives for it
and kill our honey
Not one inch is fought
for glory or passion
Nor gold nor silver
Nor paper on trees
or digital numbers
of a bank Viennese
I do not fester
Profess or muster
We fight our spouses
for guild and buster
The wars are fought
for power and plunder
If we let go of this
evil and sin
We may get back to
our human within
If we let go of money
We live like a gypsy
Let's let go of money
to be vivid and sunny
Let's let go of money
to be lively and funny