A little bit of money
Can get you far in this world.
Good clothes, good schools,
Good house, good job.
You can pretend that it buys you happiness,
Makes your dreams come true.
But it can't,
Yet that's how our world is run.
Money buys you everything,
Everything you could possibly need.
Money bought your house,
Your clothes, your car.
Money bought your friends,
Your job, your happiness.
But the house isn't perfect,
The clothes are too small,
Your car broke.
Your friends aren't real,
You hate your job,
And the happiness is artificial.
Money is your only company,
Straight from mom and dad.
Money bought all these things,
But they aren't real,
And you're just as miserable as before.
But you can't go back,
And now you're miserable.
So use that money to buy
A gun and one last bullet.
