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Common $ense


Put your money not beneath your door mat But instead place it in your hat and let it sit there to burn off its fat Oh you aren't the first face to look at me like that! Once your money is safe dont worry 'bout a thief Because only you know where it you keep For hours on end the neighbors search and seek But those who honestly search your house will recieve It will do you no good to give it to the poor man Good! you're aware he has dirt on his on his hand But I don't think you know your "helping" is pretend 'Cause putting more dirt on the mess makes him ring the can Oh why would you give to some one whose already got They hae no time to get something they've already sought Even if they accepted they would continue to make a knot and tie up the rest of us -with their next step they've already forgot Apparently I see the world backwards, the colors very grim "How can you trust a man who looks like him?" But I am the wisest man to ever live and its all because I have no money left to give
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