MON​£​Y $ONG

I don't want too much money
And I don't need too many friends
So every day's a little adventure
How am I gonna make my bread?

Think for myself
I like to think for myself
So I wake up feeling good
I can think for myself
I like to think for myself
So I wake up feeling good

Call me on the long connection
Boy, you'd better play the game
Don't you know this can't be living?
Why you gotta be this way?

Over yourself
They say get over yourself
You'll believe us, by and by
I say I'm good with myself
I like to think for myself
So I have to, say goodbye

I've been watching a world of money
Go down thе drain
And I've been wondering how deep it goes?
Whеre it goes
And what kind of a rat
Would be so fat
That he would need as much money as that?

At the bottom of a deep black hole
On his pile of gold
A rat in a deep black hole
On a pile of gold

And there are people who like to tell you
They say that money don't count for much...
Well I've noticed one thing about these people
A lot them have way too much

They tell you
I don't care too much for money
But their money still buys their drugs
It gives them freedom to keep mouthing off
And a throne to do their preaching from
They tell you
I don't care too much for money
But their money still buys their drugs
It gives them freedom to keep mouthing off
And a throne to do their preaching from
They tell you
I don't care too much for money
But their money still buys their drugs
It gives them freedom to keep mouthing off
And a throne to do their preaching from

Where they keep knocking out the same old song to you
Knocking out the same old song to you
Knocking out the same old song to you
Knocking out the same old song

Just a dog chasing ass
Just the rats eating trash
That's your money...
Count it up

It's a roach in a trap
It's a knife in your back
It's just money...
Stack it up

It's the king of disease
You're a whore on your knees
For your money...
Suck it up

Just a dog chasing ass
Just the rats eating trash
HAIL MONEY
Eat it up