Lyrics
The auctioneer wakes up early
Fixes his bolo tie
Gets ready for a day of selling
The earth, the water, the wind and the sky
He goes for a shave and a haircut
At the barbershop
Combs in the barbicide
A TV screen plays a genocide
The greed he don’t try to hide it
Just agrees and abides by it
He’ll never stop or fight it
Gonna cash in and ride it out
His daddy taught him
Be a have not a have not
Don’t be like the working stiff
Pushing and pulling
Uphill that way
Like a modern-day Sisyphus
So you better talk fast
and get them for what they’re worth
Yeah you’d better talk fast
And get them for what they’re worth
The greed, he don’t try to hide it
Just agrees and abides by it
He’ll never stop or fight it
Gonna cash in and ride it out
(Guitar solo)
Follow the money, son
Nothing is sacred
Follow the money, son
Nothing is sacred
Make that money, son
Nothing is sacred
Under the morning sun
Nothing is sacred
Gonna cash in and ride it out