Money is the root of evil
The money god watches over
Omnipotente in his gaze
Controlling all with a haze
In sleepy suburbs, the proles
Do lay in cheap shod linens
Afraid to say
That life is woe with food to eat
As others without shoes upon their feet
Walk in distant far off lands
Retreat to bed says the money god
Rest your head and wish one day
When your money comes
You must dear pray.
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