My ego, my love, I’m still so confused
remember that night I have lost you
Los Angeles street, I think it was Vernon
I knocked on peoples doors asking about God
that night was full of love
this people were wise and soulful
Now, I know it was wrong
I know I wasn’t right
my head was spinning so wildly
cause there is no god
and there is no soul
and doctors
are treating me badly.
Paper money, paper money, paper money, do you love me?
Oh, I love you, paper money, you are oh, so sweet!
A tree in my backyard is worth more than you, but so be it,
I do love you paper money, you make me dance and sing,
all I ever need is ink
and my printer which is git
all the people waiting here
for my cute Gutenberg box
to create some magic bill.
Paper money, paper money
oh, so sexy, oh, so dumb
just like you like it man
just like you like it madame.
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