© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
It comes in the mail a curse in disguise, promise you a leading role
with a script of lies,
You see a nouveau world for sale, an installment plan like a wishing
It takes money to make money but it doesn’t take money to spend
And it’s a crime you just pay someone else’s bills and accumulate debt,
they put the bullet in the gun and the credit in the card while you play
Now your theoretically rich and technically poor, can’t afford what you
have can’t afford not to buy more, your doing time for money you’ll be
serving life, and you’ll be completely under there thumb when they get
you under the knife, enough insurance to pay the doctor not enough to
pay the doctor bills, go on the cheap with your groceries and ten
percent down for thrills, but if your willing to swallow fifty cents worth
of pride for every dollar you sigh, it’s a twenty eight percent interest
rate worth of truth and a zero down same as cash lie.
It’s not a crime to be a criminal these days, as long as you wave your
pirates flag by the book this crime pays, and they can play an angel to
there conscience by acting like they’re doing you a favor, a good credit
report is a dish they can truly savior, meanwhile the only way up is to
dive in deeper, refinance your troubles take a lien on your cure bread
and water don’t get any cheaper, and now your finally so broke you
can’t even afford to ask why, you sell your right to own to pursue your
need to buy.
And if you feel cheated well your right, you owe it all to the merchants
of light, it takes your money to make there money, they make you think
it’s as natural as a bee making honey.