it�s a tangible thing, a manifestation, of the ideas and principles runnin this nation (and not to mention all the radio stations)
it�s a small little thing, but for it we�ll kill- and its owned in bulk by a cat named bill
it aint too purty, its as precious as gold, im not sure why, but it�s the color of mold (i wanted me some, so i traded in my soul for)
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a piece of green paper w/ a dead man�s picture
if you ain�t got none then someone gonna gitcher
the poor is getter poorer, the rich be gittin richer
that�s C-A-P-to the IT-I-LISM
big �ole business, is the life i lead, i got me dough, and corp-o-rate greed
money is great, don�t you take it �way, how else is we �sposed to keep the poor folks at bay? (and what makes us better than just ok
this money is perfect, don�t go actin� crazy- if you ain�t rich its only cuz yer lazy
don�t be silly, dont disagree, like that commie pete seeger and that okie guth-er-ie (just cuz folks is hungry, must we make all the food free?)...hell naw it's
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this world here is run by cents, the kind that goes with dollars, gets spent
you union folk i do despise, fillin� my workforce with all kindsa lies (who told them it was a FREE enterprise?)
my favorite dude is Donald trump, if he ain�t yer hero, you must be a chump
what�s this talk about char-i-ty? don�t lecture me about �sponsibility, (i pay my taxes, that�s enough fer me).
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