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'' There Are No Pockets In A Shroud '' humour
Money makes the world go round,
I wonder who said that,
it must have been a billionaire,
a grass roots spoiled brat.
The rich are really all the same,
whether they act or if they sing,
they'll always say to you and me,
money isn't everything.
Don't you find it really strange,
it's actually quite funny,
that the very people who make this claim,
have all got loads of money.
Now I'm not being flippant,
nor am I being abrupt,
but cash along with power,
really does corrupt.
They love their yachts and fancy cars,
but you must always be aware,
though it's you and I who make them rich,
for us they just don't care.
These greedy people the world over,
are obsessed with amassing wealth,
as they strive to make their trillions,
they forget about their health.
Before they know it's time to go,
they shout out we need more time,
we've got loads of lovely dosh to spend,
to take us now would be a crime.
When they arrive at Heavens gate,
they all put on a frown,
no debit cards or hard fast cash,
just a plain white gown.
God says you may be rich and famous,
you may stand out in a crowd,
but you cannot take it with you,
‘'There Are No Pockets In A Shroud''
I wonder who said that,
it must have been a billionaire,
a grass roots spoiled brat.
The rich are really all the same,
whether they act or if they sing,
they'll always say to you and me,
money isn't everything.
Don't you find it really strange,
it's actually quite funny,
that the very people who make this claim,
have all got loads of money.
Now I'm not being flippant,
nor am I being abrupt,
but cash along with power,
really does corrupt.
They love their yachts and fancy cars,
but you must always be aware,
though it's you and I who make them rich,
for us they just don't care.
These greedy people the world over,
are obsessed with amassing wealth,
as they strive to make their trillions,
they forget about their health.
Before they know it's time to go,
they shout out we need more time,
we've got loads of lovely dosh to spend,
to take us now would be a crime.
When they arrive at Heavens gate,
they all put on a frown,
no debit cards or hard fast cash,
just a plain white gown.
God says you may be rich and famous,
you may stand out in a crowd,
but you cannot take it with you,
‘'There Are No Pockets In A Shroud''
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`` There Are No Pockets In A Shroud `` humour
`` There Are No Pockets In A Shroud `` humour
