Idioms

'Money makes the world go round'

Except it doesn't really

The world spins fine all on its own

Without the need for money

To place inflated importance

On money should be a choice

You choose to prize it above all else

I choose to use my voice

To tell you that I think you're wrong

To measure a person's worth

By what's in their bank account

Not their presence upon this Earth

But 'Money can buy happiness'

You cry out in dismay

It makes life so much easier

It takes your worries away

But that which you call happiness

Is just security

That you need money for this basic human right

Is a stain on capitalist society

And I think you're wrong

To measure by currency

That which gives a life to all

And defines what we call happy

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It's the root of all evil

Is one you joke about

But if it were any other evil

You'd have given it up by now

And it doesn't grow on trees

I'll admit that that one's right

'Cos our money's made of plastic now

And the trees are all dying

And I think you're wrong

To burn our ecology

In pursuit of a few more bits

Of a made up commodity

And I think you're wrong

If you walk upon this Earth

And you can fundamentally

Misjudge a person's worth

And I think you're wrong.