Hey money I applaud you so much,
‘cause you are the most powerful object
that mankind has ever seen or touched,
everyone’s obedient to you, little object.

You are so small that the more we have you,
the more invisible you get, from coin to paper,
till into thin air you vanish to a card,
to bring about change replacing old with new,
objects through hard-working we work for you, paper,
sweating determined with all our hearts,
to be able,
to put food on the table.

It is so ironic and funny
that without you, money,
we starve even to death
and we turn blind to the path
wrong I declare where you’re leading us
you’re controlling the world and the holy place too.

Who is your creator? ‘Cause mine definitely ain’t yours
mine is holy and mighty and wouldn’t let people starve
or treat people like dogs barking till letting it carve
you rule the world I admit and I also have flaws.

My mistakes are human but yours were programmed
to keep us under authority and I don’t like it especially
when there’s people crying in need for you, money,
so I ask you to try and play it fair for everyone.