Get the money zombi

Your pocket's still not fat enough
Imagine it could be doubled up
There's so much possibilities
Imagination is the key

Just save your words... not only yours... maybe an "and"
Maybe a be - and you are highsociety

These fuckin' thoughts they are so ill
And population swallows still
They're puppets of economy
Don't recognize the enemy

Depends on you, are you the fool
O rare you just so far behind, like an oldfashioned style

The normal life, it won't survive
Too many monkeys on the stearing wheel
Of the safety car
And the zombies cheer

All for one
Having fun
One for all
But the monkey's tall



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Schulz
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