🖼️ Love for Sale
Lyrics
Money Game 1
Strange time we're living in
World can put fear in ya
Hierarchy parties they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria
Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
'Cause we're clearly
Living in dictatorships? Nearly
Blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained
It's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns
Money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves
Turns a saint to a sinner
A child to a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old
Dear Mr. President, it's evident, that everyones a resident
Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate
When the make us believe that everybody is
Coming to terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
"It's my right to hate, thats freedom of speech"
When did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, 'cause us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages
Colonised all of the rest, thats called hypocrisy
Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves
If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second
Yet still you spit your venom
Demonising immigrants, when really you're an immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants, or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants
America was colonised by Britain
Britain it was colonised by Rome
Also colonised by the Saxons
They were German by the way
You know how people throw shade upon the
Germans 'cause of histories pain
And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim the same and the same
Old situation plays on repeat, the same old TV shows repeat
Yeah we worship the bleak
Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep
There's no left, there's no right, in the middle we sleep
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This old money game
This old money game
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Money Game 2
Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America!
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme
To analyze the brain
While my fingers on the trigger of a money game
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Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand
Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see
Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island stockpile 'em high
until they're rarer than a diamond
Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fuckin want 'em
Hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man
Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property, start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals they're a poor man's quality
Four: expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand
Five: why just shells? Why limit your self? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!
Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes, Run to be the president of the United States
Eight: big smile mate, big wave that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate
Nine: Polarize the people, controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name
Ten: the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applause You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore
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