Money Ruins Life


"Money" is such a bitter word.

 Brings a foul taste to your mouth.

 Spoils everything in its path,

 Ruins everything in and out.

 Lives now calculated by dollars, nickels and dimes.

 Why live in a world where Life itself's a crime?

 For all the troubles I have seen, for all the miseries I have heard,

 There are none like those of money,

 For it's such a bitter word.

 Is this what the world has come to?

 Does even our blood run green?

 Is this what we have to live for?

 For lies and depravity. For greed?






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