Cook Thugless - Avarice

I’ll count up my pennies, my nickels and dimes
Stack up my millions, my billions, so high
You can’t take it with you
I’ll certainly try
A moment without it, I’ll certainly die
For money’s the root of all people, you see
The people’s cathedrals are on every street
The bank is a church, I sit in the steeple
With money my drug… and greed as the needle

Written by:
Jack Doyle

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