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Money

I won’t go to school no more
I won’t waste my time
It’s not what I was put here for
I won’t stand in line
And buy a house in the suburbs with you
Where everyone’s blue
From living like they just don’t care
Oh the last thing we need is more dead people there

If money’s been driving your bus
Get off at the next stop and slum with me
Until it washes off
And in the clean you’ll find what you are

I won’t spend another day
Down here in this rut
Left stranded on a closed highway
Slave all day for what?
A little piece of an over-settled land
To enjoy at the end
Of an overworked and unsettled life
While the days in between put weight
On a step once so light

If money’s been driving your bus
Get off at the next stop and slum with me
Until it washes off
And in the clean you’ll find what you are

I ride past my Mama’s grave
Near three times a week
I talk with Mrs. Earley there
And the husband she waits to meet
She says that if she were a little girl
She’d run around the world
Without a trouble or a worry in mind
Time isn’t money boy
It’s surely all a state of mind

If money’s been driving your bus
Get off at the next stop and slum with me
Until it washes off
And in the clean you’ll find what you are