Song Description

American Foreign Policy sucks

Lyrics

All That Money

A little here, a little there, you figure it's fair & square
Like taking candy from a baby, on a Sunday afternoon
You call it divine intervention, to fight with all your might
To lead the world away from wrong, 'cause you must be right

But the king of the castle, is such a greedy bastard
The bling on that asshole accumulated faster
'Cause he' riding shotgun, he's the master blaster
He's pistol packing, Uncle Sam


So watcha gonna do, with all that money
Just who is getting screwed, outta all that money
You say snooze and you lose, you take all the money
There ain't nothing left to prove, 'cause you won all the money

Pray to God, and don't get killed, by your side or the other
But what are gonna say, and how you gonna spin for his mother
And they'll do exactly what you ask them to, 'cause they don't have a choice
They're throwing down with suicide bombs all strapped to baby boys

Then you blame your shame, on a face and a place
And you pretend you're only there, to help them safe
Your gonna make it safer, just like United States
Hijack a jet plane, learn to fly it straight

Now watcha gonna do, with all that money
Just who is getting screwed, outta all that money
You say snooze and you lose, you take all the money
There ain't nothing left to prove, 'cause you won all the money

Georgie porgie puddin' pie
He ruled the world and he watched it die
Why, the bottom line

Now whatch you gonna do

So watcha gonna do, with all that money
Just who is getting screwed, outta all that money
You say snooze and you lose, you take all the money
There ain't nothing left to prove, 'cause you won all the money



Steve Soucy & Randy Gendron © 2006