Cash

Look at all that cash!
 Baby cold hard cash
 Falling from the ceiling
 It's creating affection in us all
 Stand up for your right
 Take it to the place where nobody else thinks about it
 And away and away and away we go
 'Till it hurts and we lost all control
 And I don't feel obliged to pay
 You know it has to get better some day...
 I'm the turmoil man
 Rubbing everybody in the wrongest of ways
 It's only fair
 So stand up and admit
 I'm headed to that place where it's all in the mix, you know it
 That away and away and away we go
 'Till it hurts and we lost all control
 And I don't feel obliged to pay
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 And away and away and away we go
 'Till it hurts and we lost all control
 And I don't feel obliged to pay
 You know it has to get better some day...