I am sick and tired and my money's always spent
And though their jobs are killing me, their money pays my rent
The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed
But when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world's greed!
Money for the rich, money for the fed
God supplies the money and God supplies the dead
And when you're dead and ready, exp
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