Green Machine

In this world We all put a price on our honey We rent our labor, what’s between our legs and under our nose We all work its just how it goes The worlds oldest profession As everyone knows We are all for sale To the mighty dollar We all hail Without it slave You will fail To that dirty green paper We all hail It’s a great daily caper Of catch and release Trying our best Its your wallet I fleece Gotta get in there and rape the green And get out fast hopefully unseen You will never get ahead In dollars or sense Your worth for today Is already past tense Its funny to me To try and reap the cream and chase crumbs daily Or so it would seem But necessary is this mundane grind To live for today And enter tomorrows financial bind Of once again Playing moneys tug of war Pursuing currency is such a bore A rotten addiction of give me more We are all simply Greedy cash whores Eric (and sometimes not)