| Where have all the peaches gone?
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| Where are all these leeches from?
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| Oh, we’re so monetarian.
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| That’s the way we teach our sons.
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| You’ve got to pick a pocket or two,
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| A pockets never full of food,
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| Just cash.
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| I never know what the hell I own.
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| But I can hit the megaphone,
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| Know what I mean?
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| Money monetarian,
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| Blocking out the shiny sun.
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| Yea, Mr. monetarian.
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| Paper king, what’s done is done.
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| Where have all the plasters gone?
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| Where all are these leeches from?
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| We’re so monetarian.
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| Is that the way I teach my son?
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| See this time, it came as a surprise,
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| My television died,
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| I had to go outside.
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| Saw the world, it’s not fine,
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| But the weather is sublime.
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| My history teacher was lying,
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| Just adding to my fears…
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| Money monetarian,
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| Blocking out the shiny sun.
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| Yea, Master monetarian.
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| You’re the king, what’s done is done.
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| If you don’t understand, then work it out.
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| If you can’t be heard, then simply shout.
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| You’re never gonna learn what it’s all about.
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| Coz knowledge feeds the mouth of doubt…
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| If you don’t understand, then work it out.
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| If you can’t be heard, then simply shout.
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| You’re never gonna learn what it’s all about.
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| Coz knowledge feeds the mouth of doubt…
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| Money monetarian,
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| Blocking out the shiny sun.
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| Yea, Master monetarian.
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| You’re the king, what’s done is done.
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| And are you falling away?
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| Too scared to know the answers?
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| And we’re running out of plasters,
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| To cover up our wounds.
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| And would you just crawl today,
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| Through what should be a clean place.
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| Your mother would be disgraced,
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| And she’ll be home soon. |