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money is a disease
Money, money, money
How we love to spend it in many places,
These strange notes of different sizes
Many colours with different faces, Different values of what we know.
The root to all evil starts with that first note
Makes you strive to buy things like a house, or a
Boat
Cars clothes and shoes, what will come next, down to the gym to start flexing those pecks?
Getting yourself fit to carry that money,
A weight on ones shoulders that can be a worry. But people go on spending, to strike but a pose
Wearing nice glitzy jewellery and designer clothes
Fancy shirts and flashy shoes,
Expensive watches that they choose.
Life has become nothing but money itself
It's like a drug you can't help yourself,
The more you want the more you need it’s like a disease when it turns to greed.
So taking over every part of your life
Soon you will be married and taking a wife, then years down the line a divorce ensues
Making you bras sic and feeling the blues
Loneliness creeps in so dark and depressed
Climb on a chair; throw a rope round your neck Thoughts and memories run through your head
Very soon it won't matter because you'll be dead.
Close your eyes and take that last step
Jump from that chair, snap break your neck
Body swings to and fro,
Can't seem to stop, got to go with the flow.
Eyes start to close you know this is it One last attempt to try and unhitch,
You missed by a mile as you give one last smile
It's all over now your body is dead,
All but the urine that runs down your leg.
No more money for you to see
As your body hangs motionlessly,
Money isn't as pleasant as you thought it could
