| Everyones creeping up to the money god,
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| Putting tongues where they didnt ought to be.
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| On stepping stones of human hearts and souls,
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| Into the land of «nothing for free.»
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| Well the way that were living,
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| Is all take and no giving,
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| Theres nothing to believe in,
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| The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
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| To be king for a day.
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| Everyones licking up to the new king pin,
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| Trying to get way up with a smile.
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| Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click,
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| Aint my way of living in style.
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| cause the ladder gets longer,
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| And ambition gets stronger,
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| I cant satisfy the hunger,
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| That bad old moon has got you in its sway,
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| To be king for a day.
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| Youre only here once so you got to get it right.
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| (no time to fuss and fight.)
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| cause life dont mean much if measured out with someone elses plight.
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| (in time youll see the light.)
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| cause the way that were living,
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| Is all take and no giving,
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| Theres nothing to believe in,
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| The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
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| To be king for a day. |