Serve the land
Serve the ideals
Wander with choice
to empty your pockets
Pay your way
Live off the rest
Doesn´t buy much
Human skin has it´s own rente
World a hive
Buzzing wildly
Money milk and honey
Abundance and lack
The broken scales of all empires
The broken conscience of the weak
This paper worth flesh counts us
These coins don´t buy much
Geld game furnisher, mouth like a wallet
A smile like a bank clerk
And wild eyes of an overfed pig
What´s inside is not much more than a ride and doesn´t buy much.
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