Money Talks (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Shot by Mike Findlay Paper and gold have you hanging by the sharpest hook; living large while we’re living in our pocket books. Prosperity holds the key to a picture-perfect life of morality. I watched their children starve; big house fast cars living large. Watching down from the tower of sin, I don’t want to be a product of yesterday’s has-been. I watched your god fall, and I will watch your empire dissolve. With all the things that glisten, when money talks, you listen. Bow down to the American Dream, the Wall Street Journal and the industry machine. There’s nothing to be said, no more mouths to be fed, modernity is dead. We don’t live by the strings of another man. I don’t need popularity, I don’t need fame, I just need riches to my name, forever. I watched your god fall, and I will watch your empire dissolve. With all the things that glisten, when money talks, you listen. I want to fly away, far away from everything. Kill me, take me, you will never break me. I’ll swallow the world. What a world we’ve become! With my money on my mind, I’m the king of the world, so just bury me.