Making Money Lyrics

I crushed up Ergoat and made it a paste,
I spread it on the dollar bills.
Everyone who touched it,
Caught the disease,
fulluscious bits of landfill.
Its such an epidemic,
Of self hate,
They wanted it so bad they could kill.
Everyone believing everything aint enough,
Trapping bodies on the treadmill.

Making Money,
All Things Shinny.
(If you do not spend, you are spent)
Bullet into Gun,
Barrell,
Lips Pout,
Finger in the ring,
Money into mouth.

The fist letter in Sydney is a dollar sign,
The fist symbol in London in a Pound.
Life aint yours till you f***** it away,
The dream aint yours till it burnt to the ground.
The city of Beauty is built on the dead,
The temple of Wealth is built on the poor.
Spent life just passing away,
Till you get off your belly and crawl.

Making Money,
All Things Shinny.
(If you do not spend, you are spent)
Bullet into Gun,
Barrell,
Lips Pout,
Finger in the ring,
Money into mouth.
Bullet into Gun,
Barrell,
Lips Pout,
Finger in the ring,
Money into mouth.
Your were allowed to burn books,
Who can write?
Dreams go up in flames,
Thats okay.
We'll turn a blind eye if you burn a poor man,
But if you burn money,
Your gonna pay.
Anger is a currency,
Its sinicly mad,
Patriot's the new economy.
I am the inspiration of every whicked women,
Viciosuly corrupt,
Greed is manogomy.
All power, All truce,
All knowing, All dystroying,
All dying.
Not caring.

Making Money,
All Things Shinny.
Making Money,
All Things Shinny.
If you do not spend, you are spent.
Bullet into Gun,
Barrel,
Lips Pout,
Finger in the ring,
Money into mouth.
Bullet into Gun,
Barrell,
Lips Pout,
Finger in the ring,
Money into mouth.

Bullet into gun,
You are spent.
Barrel lips pout,
You are spent.
Finger in the ring,
If you do not spend, you are spent.
Money into mouth.
If you do not spend, you are spent.