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Lyrics
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Another day, another dollar,
makes me sick, makes me holler,
'cause I'm tired of working,
tired of feeling the squeeze.
Yesterday if I had more money,
I'd sail away and take you Honey,
to a land of plenty beyond this debtor's disease.
Picture us a golden destination
where everything's sunny
and no one has to sell their soul for dirty money.
Seems to me we've been misguided,
compromised and short-sighted.
Though we slave to make it
we spend it so many ways.
I fear we've been positioned,
analyzed and conditioned
like a pair of lab rats within a capitalist maze.
What if we could keep it pure and simple,
sweet milk and honey?
We'd soon collect this great big pile of dirty money.
Picture us in the midday sun, yeah,
sitting high on a great big pile of dirty money!
Dirty money for you! Dirty money for me!
That's dirty money as far as you can see.
That's dirty money, oh yeah.
Last night I dreamt the world was over
stocks collapsed, markets smoldered
all the world was shaking
beneath that debtor's disease.
Everywhere the tides were turning.
Emporers watched their empires burning,
while financial giants were crashing down on their knees
but we were in that golden destination
where everything's sunny
as flood waters rose and washed away that dirty money
Picture us in a great, white boat, yeah,
sailing off through a pea-green sea of dirty money!
Dirty money for you! Dirty money for me!
That's dirty money as far as you can see.
That's dirty money, oh yeah.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root
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Music Credits: Jeff Root
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Producer Credits: Jeff Root
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Publisher Credits: Jeff Root
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Performance Credits: Jeff Root
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Label Credits: Root Cellar Records
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Metadata
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Song Length: 3:08
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Primary Genre: Pop-Alternative
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Secondary Genre: Rock-General
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