Money’s Not So Bad
Loud booming voices come to my bedside
No place to go, no place for me to hide
Money screams at the top of its lungs
In a secret language with different tongues
I’m too afraid to go anywhere near
I’ll lose control, my terrifying fear
Vultures wait for me to slip
To wrap their claws in a deadly grip
An easy life for them to inherit
Drained from me for their own sweet benefit
It I weren’t so scared to keep a watchful eye
I’d embrace my phobia to let my spirit fly
Money’s not so bad, it’s only paper
It blows in the wind on a carefree caper
I can’t worry when it comes my way
Please calm me down when I go to pray
Lord, help me lose my fears
I’m a big boy now, too big to lose control

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