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Money Matters None Tonight


Money talks and bullshit splatters

People ask me, what's the matter

Why you hawking, hard and vocal

Keep your damn opinions local

In my ears, not trying to hear it

Trump-anomic, I don't fear it

Got a job that pays me plenty

Skills I have, gets more than pennies

Other means, perverse the city

What you what, go out and get it

If it's hard, don't try to skirt it

Get your ass in gear and work it

Lazy bones don't fill the larder

Clothe your son, or feed your daughter

Three months due, the landlord's piss

Says, pay me now, or pack your shit

Banks won't help, your credit sucks

Wife just left you, darn the luck

What comes next, yes, Child Support

Wife's got the kids, the house and Porsche

Life's no joke, it's so for real

Short on cash, but long on bills

Had a business, but, lost that too

The IRS has eyes on you??

Suicide seems mighty tempting

Botched that too, and now you're limping

No ideas left, you've fallen hard

Here's a thought, son, pray to God

All your burdens, He will shoulder

Make you wise, as you grow older

Heals your wounds, both mind and body

Now's the time, so, let’s get started

Prince once said, and got it right

Money don't matter, none tonight

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