Avarice

They print the words on thin green sheets of paper

and you may think it funny, boy, but I believe them all

deep down I know the sum and substance of my maker

I know just where to hide him when the taxman comes to call

They tell me I won’t make it into paradise

I say I’m there already, yeah, but on the by-and-by

that there’s another life as free of care and twice as nice

I will buy a bigger needle and I’ll mambo through the eye

Pray to whom you wish to pray

worship whom you please

diamonds gold and silver

ain’t no finer jewels than these

Don’t talk to me ‘bout what I owe my brother

I owe my brother nothing, if he owes me, so much better

I got needs, yeah, and necessity’s a mother

you gotta give me credit ‘cause at least I ain’t no debtor

Pray to whom you wish to pray

worship whom you please

fix the broker, bring me wealth

to last the centuries

Well money makes my entourage excited

but it hurts my feet to walk round and it hurts me to sit still

when I have finally raised my citadel ain’t no one else invited

I’ll build it up to shut you down, you best believe I will

Pray to whom you wish to pray

worship whom you please

satisfy my wallet baby

bring me to my knees

Ah here we go