To Be Money Songtext

Jed Whedon

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To Be Money Songtext
Piece above the fireplace for which they paid a mint.
Polish it so I can see myself in the silver finished print.
Plant a tree.
Watch it grow.
Cut it down to size.
See, the chest is hollow.
Profit by all means and cover my eyes.
To be money.

Harlequin mobile above the cradle turns.
Lesson one: it's the first true thing that the little baby learns.
Lead, the rest will follow.
Say I love you, I don't mean it.
See the chest is hollow.
Profit by all means and cover my eyes.
To be money.

In my hand there lies a smoking Tommy gun.
And you hold your pistol high, a finger and a thumb.
Shows you can't even fantasize a thing that fires more than one by one.

The rest will say I love you.
They don't mean it.
The chest is hollow.
Profit by all means and cover my eyes.
To be money.
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