Beans On Toast, Frank Turner - Money Money Money lyrics

My clothes are made in sweatshops
So are both my shoes
Well the third world has a factory
Line for everything I use
And my job made me a slave each
Day for some old greedy man
Who probably wouldn't look at you if
You tried to shake his hand

Well the landscape's full of logos
That seep into our eyes
Well they brainwash every one of us
And fuck with all our minds
Now the food we've eaten's rotten
And it's made from spastic cows
Wrapped in polystyrene
Served up with a smile

But how much do your morals cost?
Are you getting rich or are you getting lost?
A corporate world is a greedy boss
Who takes your hand and then palms you off
Well McDonalds is a Nazi and
All of us are Jews
We're dining in their restaurant and
They're poisoning our food
Well money is a paedophile that
Preys on little kids
And puts adverts up all over
Town that promise happiness

Now I can't work out what's sexy
Or if that's beautiful
But our bodies don't turn out like
All the posters on the wall
And these corporations holding hands are
Stealing all our dough
And there's no-one left to take the blame
'cause it's lost control

But much do your morals cost?
Are you getting rich or are you getting lost?
A corporate world is a greedy boss
Who takes your hand and then palms you off

But there's a social
Consciousness bubbling underneath
That wants to find a better way
To deal with all this shit
When money's not the only thing to
Get you out of bed
And greedy men don't get to
Sit on top of pyramids
Well I'd call it a revolution but
I'm scared of sounding gay
And maybe if we start right now
It's not that far away

Oh but how much do your morals cost?
Are we getting rich or are we getting lost?
A corporate world is a greedy boss
Who takes your hand and then palms you off