A white ID card means you’re rich
This truth is known by every witch
Who lives here with one thing in mind
To use her wiles and looks to find
A “sugar daddy” whom to wed
To live with wealth and get ahead
But if you’re poor, they’ll put you down
In Moneytown

They’ll tell each what he wants to hear
They’ll empathize and shed a tear
But for their god of green they turn
On friends and fam’ly whom they burn
For morals get trumped by success
An act speaks loud, words don’t, I guess
Their knives are sharp, their noses brown
In Moneytown

Sometimes there’s something in the air
You hear the chuckles, see the stares
But somehow it eludes you still
You find yourself confused, until
You call to mind how rumours fly
Yet you alone don’t hear the lie
They’ll talk, but not when you’re around
In Moneytown

There are folks of a different kind
For diamonds in the rough you’ll find
But ‘you know who’ realize that such
Good-hearted people trust too much
They’ll win your favour with their charm
But to your checkbook do much harm
You give an ounce, they’ll take a pound
In Moneytown

For he who loves both God and Man
This way of life he cannot stand
This town has nil to offer him
Except cheap thrills and fads and whims
Sincerity is all but nought
And love and loyalty are bought
True friends, good spouses can’t be found
In Moneytown

He knows a place exists where he
Can go and with his people be
He packs and leaves to find his home
Somewhere out in the great unknown
His destiny is there to seize . . .
. . . And just as I’m about to leave
I spit upon the cold, dead ground
Of Moneytown