You Don't Write A Song

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.

Doesn't Expecting The Unexpected Make The Unexpected Expected?

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.