Plasters

Where have all the peaches gone?
Where are all these leeches from?
Oh, we're so monetarian
That's the way we teach our sons

You've got to pick a pocket or two
A pockets never full of food
Just cash
I never know what the hell I own
But I can hit the megaphone
Know what I mean? (Ah)

Money monetarian (ahh)
Blocking out the shiny sun (ahh)
Yeah, Mr. monetarian (ahh)
Paper king, what's done is done (oh, oh, oh)

Where have all the plasters gone? (ohh)
Where all are these leeches from?
We're so monetarian (ohh)
Is that the way I teach my son?

See this time, it came as a surprise
My television died
I had to go outside
Saw the world, it's not fine
But the weather is sublime
My history teacher was lying
Just adding to my fears

Money monetarian (ahh)
Blocking out the shiny sun (ahh)
Yea, Master monetarian (ahh)
Paper king, what's done is done (oh, oh, oh)

If you don't understand, then work it out
If you can't be heard, then simply shout
You're never gonna learn what it's all about
'Cause knowledge feeds the mouth of doubt

If you don't understand, work it out
If you can't be heard, then simply shout
You're never gonna learn what it's all about
'Cause knowledge feeds the mouth of doubt

Money monetarian (ahh)
Blocking out the shiny sun (ahh)
Yeah, Master monetarian (ahh)
You're the king, what's done is done

And are you falling away? (ooh, wap, wah ooh, oohwah ooh)
Too scared to know the answers
And we're running out of plasters
To cover up our wounds
And would you just crawl today
Through what should be a clean place
Your mother would be disgraced
And she'll be home soon