The crowd itself a money
Voodoo dollars, yes-men yen
Swing and merge, swipe and swindle
Build then purge, craft then kindle
Poverty for profit
Everything on the market
Birth to earth
Every photon
Every breath
Monetized
Vulgarized
Philanthroposized
Dispersed among the dispossessed
And the dead
Get in the game!
Get back in the game
Stay in the game
We all love the game
We’re all mad loyal to the game
Monetized
The mind
The hearth, the heart, the health
Hey you suckers
Circling the squares
Send us money
Must have more money!
Transactional life
Care by bottle, screen, needle or tube
For rich or rube
Conform to constant strife
Higher, faster, louder, bigger
Climb that ladder
Chutes and we laugh
Shoots and we cry
But send us that loot
We need barns and bigger barns
Boats and bigger boats
Boobs and bigger boobs
Swinging from the stars
Idols as far as Mars
Gold, silver, bullion
Digital assets
Making our hard on
Pies in the skies
Billionaires in lies
The crowd itself a money
So funny, money
Not a moment without
Movement through the currency
Current flowing always to the
Current see
So funny, money
From sea to shining sea
For all the global mobile monkeys
Now the most funniest of funny money
Clown world, always sunny
Getting the best of you
Climb aboard, son
Get in the game, girl
We’re singing in the rain
Rainbows all the way to Spain!
