Money 歌词

Sometimes i ask myself Why are thes pieces of papers for? Our stupid lives don't mean anything Without them With money: corruption, misery and profit Sail in the same boat... You don't know, but there are some people cleaning Their asses with money! While other ones have to give their to get it! It's a paper game Envolving thousands of Idiots and fools Money, master of the world! Money to rob at pleasure... If you don't have it, baby You'll have to work hard! While some get it easily... Corrupt politicians know it very well They sit themselves down in the same table Every day...