Everybody's Got Money Except For Me

1 Percent of the 1 percent
Seek more rent
At dollars on the cent
Work a little harder and you'll get richer
Be the perfect picture of health
Maximize profits
Prophetically heretically
Chewing and spitting on the people below
Making cents are you making cents
If you're poor it's your own damn fault

Everybody's got money except for me
If I had more money I could be free
Max out the cards
Breaking the bank
Spend in a spree
I'll show the whole world how rich a man can be

Numbers can bend and numbers can break
Who's on the take
It's another shakedown
Fill up the coffers
Make a better offer
And the dream can be yours to own
Line those pockets
Pathetically, heretically
Pouring out pity on the people below
Making sense, are we making sense
If you're poor it's your own damn fault

Everybody's got money except for me
If I had more money I could be free
Max out the cards
Breaking the bank
Spend in a spree
I'll show the whole world how rich a man can be

Competition
Free market capitalism
The new religion

Everybody's got money
Everybody's got money
Everybody's got money
Except for me
Except for me



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Best
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