Ohh Yes i make a
Nickel when you give me a dollar,
And my job is to
make thousands of dollars for my Lord,
The thirst of beast
in insatiable,
Gulped by greed,
And blinded by fear,
I find ways to make
a dime more,
Ways and means do
they really matter?
If you own a few
mills, a couple of hundred thou'z do they
matter?
Grinding my way up,
They call me a
survivor,
Churning in dollars
for my Lord!,
Burning a hole in my
Soul,
Blaming it on my Job
role,
Feels nothing less
than a gangster,
Involved in legal
robbery of money!
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