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🖼️ Love for Sale Lyrics Money Game 1 Strange time we're living in World can put fear in ya Hierarchy parties they make us feel inferior Greed runs through the parliament interior Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men 'Cause we're clearly Living in dictatorships? Nearly Blinded by illusions to choose But who's fooling who? A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained It's a crying shame The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn As the world turns, the whole world burns Money was invented for trade But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves Turns a saint to a sinner A child to a killer His finger on the trigger of a money game Rain, rain, rain, rain A storm it comes our way And those who rise through distorted lies Poison in the veins But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame But point the mirror at ourselves We're all part of this old money game This old money game This old Dear Mr. President, it's evident, that everyones a resident Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate When the make us believe that everybody is Coming to terrorise you in the streets They say proudly through gritted teeth "It's my right to hate, thats freedom of speech" When did freedom become a reason to hate? A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make There's an irony in freedom, 'cause us in the west We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages Colonised all of the rest, thats called hypocrisy Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second Yet still you spit your venom Demonising immigrants, when really you're an immigrant 'Cause all of us are immigrants, or descended from immigrants The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants America was colonised by Britain Britain it was colonised by Rome Also colonised by the Saxons They were German by the way You know how people throw shade upon the Germans 'cause of histories pain And yet we make the same mistakes all again Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim the same and the same Old situation plays on repeat, the same old TV shows repeat Yeah we worship the bleak Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep There's no left, there's no right, in the middle we sleep (Chorus) This old money game This old money game * Money Game 2 Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria Sit back and watch the show, America! Britain split through fickle shit A government of hypocrites These counterfeit politicians sit In parliament, not adequate Needlessly bleeding resources all dry Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise "Oh what a shame it would be I would die" If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme To analyze the brain While my fingers on the trigger of a money game (Chorus) Money is a game and the ladder we climb Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line This is business economics in a nursery rhyme She sells seashells on a seashore But the value of these shells will fall Due to the laws of supply and demand No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcity Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island stockpile 'em high until they're rarer than a diamond Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em Really want 'em, really fuckin want 'em Hit 'em like Bronson Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property, start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly "Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy Swallow all your morals they're a poor man's quality Four: expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand Five: why just shells? Why limit your self? She sells seashells, sell oil as well! Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes, Run to be the president of the United States Eight: big smile mate, big wave that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate Nine: Polarize the people, controversy is the game It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name Ten: the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applause You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore And you sell seashells on the seashore (Chorus)