Mind what you do and say
Or some things will come and stay
You cling to paper, as if it makes you
But if it wasn't for flesh
what could money do
I've seen the hate it causes
So it's just new to you
Either it corrupts or destroys
Very green with a wicked smile
Like a landlord when the rents due
I see the meaning but the message is foul
Living is a pleasure to do
And instead for asking who
We would rather pretend to be dumbfounded like an owl
Dollar after dollar
Like a dog with a collar
The source we can't live with but yet we can't live without
Or can't we
Not realizing that clinging to material
Does not make one a god but a flea
So I make amends to my self
To never get tied to the notion of common wealth
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
Mind what you do and say
Or some things will come and stay
You cling to paper, as if it makes you
But if it wasn't for flesh
what could money do
I've seen the hate it causes
So it's just new to you
Either it corrupts or destroys
Very green with a wicked smile
Like a landlord when the rents due
I see the meaning but the message is foul
Living is a pleasure to do
And instead for asking who
We would rather pretend to be dumbfounded like an owl
Dollar after dollar
Like a dog with a collar
The source we can't live with but yet we can't live without
Or can't we
Not realizing that clinging to material
Does not make one a god but a flea
So I make amends to my self
To never get tied to the notion of common wealth
