Lyrics The Money Crop - Malvina Reynolds

The Money Crop

Well, money has its own way
And money has to grow
It grows on human blood and bone
As any child would know
It’s iron stuff and paper stuff
With no life of its own
And so it takes its growing sap
From human blood and bone
And many a child goes hungering
Because the wage is low
And men die on the battlefield
To make the money grow
And those that take the money crop
Are avid without end
They plant it in the tenements
To make it grow again
The little that they leave for us
It cannot be a seed
We spend it for the shoddy clothes
And every daily need
We spend it in a minute
In an hour it is gone
To find its way to grow again
On human blood and bone
Blood and bone