Money Goes Around

Capitalism, the way of the weak,
Those who need money, the more the better
They have no feelings,
They have no honor,
They have no real friends
Just their money

Capitalists are really criminals
Master thieves doing it the legal way
Never catch them robbing liquor stores
Just stealing money out of people's pay
Daddy, buy me a brand new car
Pay off my boss so I'll go far
I'll have no feelings
I'll have no honor
I'll have no real friends
Just my money

Now I'm old, buy sonny his car
Pay off his boss so he'll go far
He'll have no feelings
He'll have no honor
He'll have no real friends
Just his money