Filthy lucre
Silver and gold
Whatever you want
Sell your soul
Fast cars and diamonds
Mansions in the hills
Overlooking crystal waters
Savour all your sins
In your eyes
Cold as ice
Make the deal
Don’t think twice
No love lost
Nothing given
Money is your God
Money is your devil
Custom built
Rolled in filth
Private jet
You never sweat
Except when you’re down
And Mama’s good
She sells you love
Like push and shove
You bleed green back blood
If you could you know you would
The kids won’t do
What they should
Too much time and money honey
Image adapted from photo at unsplash.com