Cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash, cash
There's nothing I can write that can't be sold
Nothing I won't do when I am told.
Nothing I can't sell, I can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
Nothing I can think that can't be bought.
No one I will fight that can't be fought.
Nothing you can do but you can learn to believe me in time.
It's easy.
All you need is cash
All you need is cash
All you need is cash, cash
Cash is all you need
All you need is cash
All you need is cash
All you need is cash, cash
Cash is all you need
Nothing you can know that isn't planned
No one I can damn that isn't damned
Nowhere you can be that's away from influence by me
It's easy
All you need is cash
All you need is cash
All you need is cash, cash
Cash is all you need
Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, November 2, 2009
Across The Atlantic: We Can Work It Out
Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that my cash may soon be gone.
We can work it out.
We can work it out.
Think of what you're saying,
You keep your organs, still you think that it's alright,
Think of what I'm saying,
We can help me out and get it done, or say good-night.
We can work it out. We can work it out.
Life is very short, and there's no time,
For waiting for organs, my friend,
I have always though that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong,
While you see your way,
There's a chance that I may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out. We can work it out.
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that my cash may soon be gone.
We can work it out.
We can work it out.
Think of what you're saying,
You keep your organs, still you think that it's alright,
Think of what I'm saying,
We can help me out and get it done, or say good-night.
We can work it out. We can work it out.
Life is very short, and there's no time,
For waiting for organs, my friend,
I have always though that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong,
While you see your way,
There's a chance that I may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out. We can work it out.
Labels:
Across The Atlantic,
Beatles,
Megan McArdle,
organ harvesting
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Don't Bother Me With Facts
Since health care's gone I want no one to talk to me.
It's just a game, I'm not to blame, it's plain to see.
So go away, leave me alone, don't bother me.
I can't believe that they would need cheaper health care.
It's just not right I'm going to fight I will not share.
I've got no time for you right now, don't bother me.
I know they say some folks can't pay insurance bills.
But they are few, who cares when you are paid to shill.
Work for The Man for his health plan, and go away.
I'll let you know whom you should pay. Until that day,
Don't come around, leave me alone, don't bother me.
I've got no time for facts right now, don't bother me.
I know I'll never be part-time. I'll never need a single dime.
Because I know someone will always be there for me.
You don't need help, please don't come near, just stay away.
I'll let you know when I'm in need. Until that day,
Don't come around, leave me alone, don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
It's just a game, I'm not to blame, it's plain to see.
So go away, leave me alone, don't bother me.
I can't believe that they would need cheaper health care.
It's just not right I'm going to fight I will not share.
I've got no time for you right now, don't bother me.
I know they say some folks can't pay insurance bills.
But they are few, who cares when you are paid to shill.
Work for The Man for his health plan, and go away.
I'll let you know whom you should pay. Until that day,
Don't come around, leave me alone, don't bother me.
I've got no time for facts right now, don't bother me.
I know I'll never be part-time. I'll never need a single dime.
Because I know someone will always be there for me.
You don't need help, please don't come near, just stay away.
I'll let you know when I'm in need. Until that day,
Don't come around, leave me alone, don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Don't bother me.
Labels:
Across The Atlantic,
Beatles,
Megan McArdle,
National Health
Monday, August 17, 2009
Let It Be Free Markets
When I find myself in times of trouble
Milton Friedman comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, markets free.
And when my posts are faulty
He is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, markets free.
Markets free, markets free.
Whisper words of wisdom, markets free.
And when the libertarian people
Living in the world agree,
We will imagine a new world, markets free.
For though there may be regulation
There's still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, markets free.
Markets free, markets free. Yeah
There will be an answer, markets free.
And when my logic fails me,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, markets free.
I wake up to the sound of critics,
Milton Friedman comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, markets free.
Markets free, markets free.
There will be an answer, markets free.
Markets free, markets free,
Whisper words of wisdom, markets free.
Milton Friedman comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, markets free.
And when my posts are faulty
He is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, markets free.
Markets free, markets free.
Whisper words of wisdom, markets free.
And when the libertarian people
Living in the world agree,
We will imagine a new world, markets free.
For though there may be regulation
There's still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, markets free.
Markets free, markets free. Yeah
There will be an answer, markets free.
And when my logic fails me,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, markets free.
I wake up to the sound of critics,
Milton Friedman comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, markets free.
Markets free, markets free.
There will be an answer, markets free.
Markets free, markets free,
Whisper words of wisdom, markets free.
Labels:
Across The Atlantic,
Beatles,
Conservatism,
Megan McArdle
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