think

money, money, are you not tired?
they are in all walks of life
the bills in sky that saw the pilot
told about my lovely wife

what the hell?  what's with this world?
all the bitches run on the cache
all fuck that I scored a goal
no guys this is fully trash

my father said, that money shit
which doesn’t grow on only trees
people lack a simple wit

i see they die in this swamp lies
they know about the end, but don’t cry
i live every day and thanks to god,
that doesn't let me see the mud

i think ,that people never change
they all want only green papers
you know?


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