MONEYCORP
IN THIS WORLD I FEEL ALONE
BUT I’M SURE THERE’S OTHERS LIKE ME
I DON’T KNOW WHY  I STAY AT HOME
I’M AFRAID OF WHO I DON’T KNOW

IN THIS COMPANY OF MEN
WE GATHER ABOUT THE MONEY
HERE IS NO PLACE FOR TALK OF THEM
HERE WE TALK
WE TALK ABOUT ME

IN THIS WORKPLACE THERE’S NO REST
HERE I SIGH  SWEATY BREASTS
BOSS HAS NO RESPECT FOR ME
WOMEN ARE NO GOOD SAYS HE

IN THIS COMPANY OF MEN
WE GATHER ABOUT THE MONEY
HERE IS NO PLACE FOR TALK OF THEM
HERE WE TALK
WE TALK ABOUT ME

THE DOCTOR SITTING IN HIS ROOM
ALONE   THINKING ABOUT HIS MONEY
GOOD DOCTOR  DON’T FORGET YOUR OATH
THE OATH OF HYPOCRISY

IN THIS COMPANY OF MEN
WE DECIDE FAITH OF HUMANITY
BUT WE’RE SO HOOKED ON THE MONEY
NONE FOR YOU
ALL FOR ME

THE DRIVER OF THE BUS
BILLS  STACKED UP IN HIS MAILBOX
THE GIRL FILLING UP THE SHELLS
THINKING ABOUT KILLING HERSELF

IN THIS COMPANY OF MEN
WE DECIDE FAITH OF HUMANITY
BUT WE’RE SO HOOKED ON THE MONEY
NONE FOR YOU
ALL FOR ME

THE PERSON STANDING NEXT TO YOU
I BET HE’S FEELING LONESOME TOO
AND GOD IS LOVE AND LOVE IS GOD
AND GOD IS LOVE