Lucre’s lost to Lucifer
He’s stored it in a drawer
Stuffed his mattress full of it
And he’s collecting more
He’s buying gold and silver
In bullion bars and coins
Out of circulation
Poor pennies all purloined
Millions moved in secret
Bankers in a tiff
Widows wonder, well they might
Why they are being stiffed
Interest rates are falling
Money still rotates
Spins and disappears, presto
Coinage used as bait
Buying, buying, selling
Systemic, soiled by greed
Bring back barter, fair and square
Recycle what you need
The devil’s in the detail
The detail doesn’t work
Debt and dollars, yen or pence
Well-oiled and soiled, corrupt
Funding war and weapons
Conflict prints the notes
The devil’s shitting dross embossed
Demonising other folks
Billions there for Trident
While pension pennies must be saved
People are expendable
Cost nothing in their graves
Value, values, Values
Money’s lost the plot
In the abstract, in the round
Does it work? Or not?
Lucre’s lost to Lucifer
There’s more and more and less
Tried and failed, the tainted truth
Satan’s capital is cursed
