Well, I work all my life to be rich
When I retireWell, my body ache like buggery
And, uh
How 'bout my mindMoney, and fancy clothes x2He can make you slave for seven days a week
The lust for things he tells you
That you needMoney, and fancy clothes x2And I can feel him all around me
Whispering ice to my ear
He says, "You need me like a walker"
As he zones in on my fears
Money, and fancy clothes x3
Telling you what to do, the right way to live
And where to go
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