She don’t want to hear you cryin’ again
Callin’ out your existential pain
Comes a time when every sensitive brain
Needs a taste of reality
Yeah, the money markets are wreckin’ your head
You shoulda bought commodities instead
Now you spend your whole day living in dread
Of impending mortality

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My friend, tell me what it’s gonna take
To make you understand?
You can still do anything you want
When you’re free to write the plan

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When you gonna realise how lucky you are?
You could be a boy child soldier in somebody’s war
Find that you’re a sex-trade prisoner with nowhere to turn
All I hear is one white male with money to burn
And a whole lot to learn
Money to burn, so much to learn

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It’s true that you’re a self-made mystical man
Never had a daddy’s helping hand
Every little thing that’s at your command
Was the fruit of invention
Now you think some hell hound’s draggin’ you down
You face into the future with a frown
All I want to do is take you crosstown
To another dimension

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My friend, tell me what I gotta do
To make you see for real?
You can still go anywhere you please
When your hands are on the wheel

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When you gonna realise how lucky you are?
You could be an infant junkie screamin’ for more
Or clingin’ to a refugee boat waitin’ offshore
Knowing that your owner keeps every penny you earn
‘n’ all you get to meet each day are the tricks that you turn….
All I hear is one white male with money to burn
And a whole lot to learn
Still plenty to learn
Money to burn, so much to learn

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