Money (makes the world fall down...)

Money makes the world go round,
Spinning it to its death.
Money makes the trees fall down,
And lays them down to rest.
Money turns the seas all brown,
Polluted with oil and shite.
Money buys up sacred ground,
And turns it into a By-pass over night.
Money buys third would countries their guns,
When they should be buying food.
Money makes politicians fat,
And makes them rather rude.
Money buys your lottery ticket,
So you live your life in hope.
Money makes the drug dealers rich,
Cause we all like to smoke there dope!

Money makes you go to work,
To put a roof over your head.
Money means that you get taxed,
And they tax you until your dead.

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