All anyone can think of these days
Can’t live without it
But how happy I would be without it
Makes the world go round and round
Like a Ferris Wheel of injustice
Like a merry-go-round of slavery
Tied to the circle are the shivering masses
With grim faces and hard eyes
For the weak perish in this game of life
And only the hard survive the cold
Cursed, wretched, miserable money
How I hate you!
How I am a slave to you!
Like the millions that labour daily
With no hope of a better life