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'' You Died Filthy Rich ''
Our need for money,
Takes over our brains,
It's sick yet funny,
Our morals it drains.
It can't be eaten,
Nor can it be drunk,
No it can't sweeten,
That thought we'll debunk.
To get it we'll kill,
Tell terrible lies,
Our pockets we'll fill,
Ignore others cries.
It's a man made curse,
Which we can live without,
It makes our lives worse,
Of that there's no doubt.
Some have more than others,
But they'd never share,
Compassion it smothers,
We need to beware.
Some worship this idol,
Though it's a fraud
It makes them homicidal,
Yet it's but a false God.
Soon obsessed with greed,
It alters your mind,
Far more than you need,
To reality you're blind.
Those who have none,
Are filled with desire,
You're on the run,
It's to you they aspire.
Now you have millions,
Life is a bore,
You think I want billions,
I need even more.
The stress then takes hold,
They turn off the switch,
When your epitaph is told,
' You Died Filthy Rich '
Takes over our brains,
It's sick yet funny,
Our morals it drains.
It can't be eaten,
Nor can it be drunk,
No it can't sweeten,
That thought we'll debunk.
To get it we'll kill,
Tell terrible lies,
Our pockets we'll fill,
Ignore others cries.
It's a man made curse,
Which we can live without,
It makes our lives worse,
Of that there's no doubt.
Some have more than others,
But they'd never share,
Compassion it smothers,
We need to beware.
Some worship this idol,
Though it's a fraud
It makes them homicidal,
Yet it's but a false God.
Soon obsessed with greed,
It alters your mind,
Far more than you need,
To reality you're blind.
Those who have none,
Are filled with desire,
You're on the run,
It's to you they aspire.
Now you have millions,
Life is a bore,
You think I want billions,
I need even more.
The stress then takes hold,
They turn off the switch,
When your epitaph is told,
' You Died Filthy Rich '
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`` You Died Filthy Rich ``
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