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I live in a land where money talks

I live in a land where you have to ask to walk

To demonstrate against the money and filth

And the rich 1% who get all that they wish.

I live in this land of filth and money

Where girls aspire to be like playboy honeys

Where the men act as though they are loaded with dough

And at the end of it all they take their broke ass home.

I live in a land of filth and money

Where being homeless  and poor isn’t very funny

Where the mentally ill are left on  the street

Because the ones of filth and money decreed this.

I live in a land of filth and money where material things are horded by dummies

In the status symbols they call their home

And a fucking great car but with no where to go.

I live in a land of filth and money where we spend more on war and military shit 

And the NHS has been torn to bits

Where care and health depends on what you can afford.

And your bound to end up dead if your poor and old and decrepit 

Because that’s how the system works

Luxury for the rich while the poor feel the hurt.