Serpentine Cycle Of Money
I turned over a stone today
A stone I guess I’d never turned
And there beneath the bones and clay
A billion dollars brightly burned
So I went and stuffed my pockets full
But people grow as pockets do
Fat and free the money flowed
As silver shines, I got fat too
Hey, hey . . . hey, hey . . .
hey hey, hey-hey hey hey-hey . . .
A penny for your thoughts, my friend
A dime and then a dollar too
How ‘bout a gold medallion then?
Your deepest thoughts should shine right through
It’s true you can’t buy love, my dear
But money sure can lavish love
So wash the sheets in baby tears
And paint the grapes with virgin’s blood
Hey, hey . . . hey, hey . . .
hey hey, hey-hey hey hey-hey . . .
There was nothing I could dream to have
Since dreams could not perform at prime
‘Til dreams became a lonely mistress
Desire, a neglected wife
So I went back to the stone again
And I sat down on my gluttony
And I begged the forest floor to fall
Instead the forest rose to sing:
Give it back . . . give it back . . .
Give it back . . . it all ain’t all that . . .
So now I turn each stone I find
And plant pennies like they’re dreams or seeds
And while hunger pulls the plow just fine
Starvation, she’s a butchered beast
The school rooms glow like palace halls
And parks, like terraced garden grounds
And neighbors covet only calls
And all the Earth is holy ground
Give back . . . give back . . .
Give back . . . it’s all for all that . . .
Give back . . . give back . . .
Give back . . . it’s all for all that . . .
Give back . . . give back . . .
Give back . . . it’s all for all and all and all
And all and all and all and all . . .