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I don't want too much money And I don't need too many friends So every day's a little adventure How am I gonna make my bread? Think for myself I like to think for myself So I wake up feeling good I can think for myself I like to think for myself So I wake up feeling good Call me on the long connection Boy, you'd better play the game Don't you know this can't be living? Why you gotta be this way? Over yourself They say get over yourself You'll believe us, by and by I say I'm good with myself I like to think for myself So I have to, say goodbye I've been watching a world of money go down thе drain And I've been wondering how deep it goes? Whеre it goes And what kind of a rat would be so fat That he would need as much money as that? At the bottom of a deep black hole on his pile of gold A rat in a deep black hole on a pile of gold "And there are people who like to tell you They say that money don't count for much Well I've noticed one thing about these people A lot them have way too much" They tell you I don't care too much for money But their money still buys their drugs It gives them freedom to keep mouthing off And a throne to do their preaching from They tell you I don't care too much for money But their money still buys their drugs It gives them freedom to keep mouthing off And a throne to do their preaching from They tell you I don't care too much for money But their money still buys their drugs It gives them freedom to keep mouthing off And a throne to do their preaching from Where they keep knocking out the same old song to you Knocking out the same old song to you Knocking out the same old song to you Knocking out the same old song Just a dog chasing ass Just the rats eating trash That's your money, count it up It's a roach in a trap It's a knife in your back It's just money, stack it up It's the king of disease You're a whore on your knees For your money, suck it up Just a dog chasing ass Just the rats eating trash Hail money, eat it up