[pop] money (mptm*)

[Exhale]

*3 part harmony, only missing the last part

Hooo Money

Our world is ruled by money,
The lovers of which are the only ones,
Permitted to survive

You'll throw away your family,
Not consciously because of it, but
Be real, because of this vibe you imbibe

Our oligarchies keep clashing about how best to create wealth, the communist countries catching all the supposed trickle down,
The oligarchies love you

You might think you are separate,
then condemn a homeless person for,
Nothing else than being homeless

Spit upon your success is wealth fallacy,
The monsters are the puppets and their masters, dont be one of them

Because. . .
It's almost eat the rich o' clock