I was young and healthy. Extremely wealthy. I swung in the trees. And did as I pleased. I thought I was rich. Oh yeah. Such sweet seduction. I could feel the suction. Greasing my palm. And doing no harm. Just making some deals. What a bitch. Money talks to me. Whispers in my ear. Gives me everything I want. Everything I want. I had rising stock. So I got more pockets. I knew somewhere to stick it. Where no-one would nick it. I kinda went private. And then aha. Such sweet seclusion. No more intrusion. Too much food on my plate. But there's guards at the gate. Such joy. I could almost die of it. Money talks to me. Lays it on the line. Gives me everything I want. Everything I want. Money goes to money. Yes it always returns. Finds its way back to the big house. Where it lives all alone. Wraithlike silent partners. Operators of the system. Give words of quiet assurance. To an otherwise healthy victim. It's all coming back to me. I would swing in the trees. And I'd swim in the ocean. I used to show some emotion. I was not to blame. I feel no shame. The structure was shaking. Was there for the taking. I had the resources. But then oh no. Someone outbid me. I can't take it with me?. Then I will devour it. I can't go without it. It's simply a question of. Market forces. Money talks to me. Whispers in my ear. Gives me everything I want. Everything I want. Money talks to me. Laughs right in my face. Gives me everything I want. Everything I want