Money, how it has control over us
It shapes our lives and causes fuss
Starting off with pocket money
All those little coins you find funny
In the shop what do you do
Steal some sweets and run like a fool
Turn sixteen, mum asks you for rent
Get a job earning nothing, go on get bent!
Let’s move out, go get a flat
Overdraft sorted, in it, twat!
Credit card sorted, let’s go for it now
Two grand debt, well done kid, wow!
Oh I need a car, I need it today
Listen to no one, bought same day
Pound it at a hundred down the motorway
Pisses out petrol, firemen on way
Another debt, repairs to be done
Down the garage, oh what fun
Debt piles up, more and more
Noting down what you spend, what a chore
Try a bit of gambling, oh I’m doing well
Roulette, poker, betting, lost, must not dwell
Ten grand now, more interest each payday
I can’t live like this, not this way
More and more depressed, don’t know what to do
Hope for a miracle and hope it’s not you!
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Phil lister 06/09/17
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