"Mother Money"  Parental Advisory genre: Folk Rock
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	i get pretty nasty in this song. i just get tired of money. and the president. whoever he is.
	CD: Jonathan Mann Credits: Jonathan Mann -- Vocals, Guitar
	Lyrics Mother Money mother money sits on the capitalist throne sipping margerita and chewin on a bone of a low wage worker from acountry unnamed you can try and try but you'll never get away she's in the TV and in the VCR she's there hiding in the muffler of your car she controls pollution she's gonna let us rot she can drop the bomb on russia without a second thought she's worshiped by the many she's worshiped by the few she's worshiped by me and she is worshiped by you worshiped by the doctors and the lawyers and the sports she's worshiped by the schools and worshiped by the courts mother money says silent prayers for disease fucked by investers milked by the preists i heard bill gates screwed her up the ass mother money mother money you move so fast mother money full of grace, i pledge allegience to you mother money is king mother money is queen god don't exist in any color but green tryanny is mother money's cry it makes me sad and i'll tell you why: doesn't it bother you that 90% or something like that of the world's wealth is held by 5% of the population? the facist in me says kill that five percent robin hood it all the way to the bank everyone deserves their share don't they? i want my money! i want my money! i want my money! i've earned my money give me my money now you bastards you big office CEO paid too much for doing nothing climbed the ladder and had to kill on the way but now that you're on top you're ignoring everyone underneath you pay senators to vote war in yugoslavia for to deindustrilize yet another nation so you can go put up factories and fill them with all the homeless natives you murder and create poverty for masses and you can't sleep some nights but you pay for sleeping pills and when that doesn't work you trade your wife for underage hookers you white haired-gray flannel-impotent-low self esteem need expensive cars to make up for small penis- anti-people anti-love anti-sharing the wealth fucking ass holes mother money is king mother money is queen god don't exist in any color but green mother money don't swear she slaps your face no one can touch what she lays to waste mother money has got all hands on the triggers keeping one eye on all the days figures her other eye is watching from up above making sure we are using lots and lots of useless crap to feed her and feed her making sure that always always we'll need her that part of freedom we love so much is gone: we stand on mother money like a crutch she holds us high we're america the proud when most of the nation is crying out loud babies starving and people who can't pay the rent while mother money cradles that five percent that five percent that five percent that that five percent that five percent mother money full of grace, we pledge alleigence to you i wish we could throw away our money and burn it in the trash then take a big shovel and bury the ash cause mother money's pandora, a great big green curse let out of the box to make things much worse the infantilzer evil godess of bitch mother money defines the poor and the rich sitting up high on her capitalist throne what's it like mother money? to be all alone? the men in the office at the top of the chain who ignore petty tears and dodge petty blame mother money has got them locked in her cage they are well fed puppets on a powerful stage as long as there's banks down payments and stock there will be mother money with her hands on the locks as long as there's starvation and pennies to be made there will be mother money behind all world trade there is nothing to do there is nothing to say it is useless and stupid to try to get away even now as i sit here typing these words in my mind somewhere mother money is heard as long as there's time mother money will reign as time is money there'll be more to gain and as long as there's greed in the hearts of the masses there will be mother money to divide up the classes mother money was here and will continue to be long after we're gone like waves on the sea and as we squint our eyes at the dying sun we will hear her laugh, "it has only begun..." mother money when we're dead and gone, you'll still be laughing and mother money she will never repent she'll always cradle that five percent ã Jonathan Mann 1999

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