I want money,
I want money,
My life consists of
Nothing but money.

I'll take it all,
Take some more,
Bleed the world
Until it's raw.

I'll hoard it all,
Build a bank,
Take some more
Til all is sank.

When I die
They'll cremate it all
And throw the ashes
Up the wall.

Stuart V Cook
June 1997
Copyright Stuart V Cook 1997-2004