Mr. Money Lyrics

When I see you walking, stalking down the street

Handing out death to whoever you meet

I hide my shadow, shake and drown in sweat of fear

I lurk and run and pray you don't come near

And I know that you'll stab me in the back

'Cause you work for

Mr. Money

Mr. Money

I don't need the fame and I don't need the fortune

I don't need the pain and I don't need the torture

I don't want anything that has to to do with you

I have met the enemy, and the enemy is you!

And I know that you'll stab me in the back

'Cause you work for

Mr. Money

Mr. Money

Mr. Money

Mr. Money

But how can you kill, the king of death?

And how can you hurt, the prince of pain?

And how can you ever even hope to stay dry

Under Mr. Money's reign?

Your swastika has now become a dollar sign

Your Bible is now your check book

You take them to the bank and bring them to their knees

Make them pay their dues while they pay your fees

And I know that you'll stab me in the back

And I know that you'll stop me in my tracks

And I know that you'll kill me to get back

What you owe to

Mister

Money!

Money

Money

Money

Money

Money

Money

Money

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