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Los Prisioneros
They Want Money
It's a lie: That thing about love for art
It's not so true: That thing about calling
You and I are ready to kill each other
Both for some lousy percentage
The others are running
They're stealing if they can
And never with certainty
It's a human condition
Or is it our stupid system?
It's a new religion
Or maybe it's just their emblem
The thing is, my dad has to beat up your dad
'Cause we can't all fit at the table
Life saver or criminal, driver or president
It all works the same way
No one can help you
No one has time to complain
Just one thing everyone wants in common
Just one thing makes almost everyone happy
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
It's the how and the why
It's the present and the future
It's the power and the passion
The most certain attraction
The teacher's not focused on teaching
Like the doctor doesn't leave his house to heal
We're a thousand dogs after a bone, slaves to the bucks
It's no joke being older, stop my clock, please!
No one can help you
No one has time to complain
Just one thing everyone wants in common
Just one thing makes almost everyone happy
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
I want more bucks
I want more dollars
I want more pounds
I want more Australs
I want more bucks (it's no joke being older)
I want more dollars (stop my clock, please)
I want more pounds (it's no joke being older)
I want more Australs (stop my clock, please)
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
They want money
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