Avarice

Avarice, avarice!

Money, money is bliss!

Avarice, avarice!

Money, money is bliss!

The money man makes all the money

that’s why the money man lives

He sells the souls of his freakshow,

for the money man money is bliss

He’s sold his father and mother;

his daughter and wife do tricks

Each coin and each note that he makes

he greedily gobbles and licks

Avarice, avarice!

Money, money is bliss!

Avarice, avarice!

Money, money is bliss!

He sold all of his children;

he sold his friends as well

Well, one day pretty soon

the money man’s going to Hell

The money man’s so greedy

he’s got a dollar down his jacket’s insides

For the sake of making more money

he murders, cheats and lies

Avarice, avarice!

Money, money is bliss!

Avarice, avarice!

Money, money is bliss!

Everywhere he springs misery,

each of the freaks he makes cry

He sold his soul to the Devil

he’s the only one who’d buy