Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlow
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I. Mr. Money
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Miss Mediocraty:
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ˇ±Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here
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Mr. Money:
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Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
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You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
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Now you want someone to hold you
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And call when you're in town
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Someone to calm you and confirm you
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Well, I'm here...
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...to let you down
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ˇ®Cause outside these sexy cars
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And far from my trendy bars
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Behind these smiles...
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Miss Mediocraty:
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"...maybe go someplace..."
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Mr. Money:
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...And sunscreen...
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Miss Mediocraty:
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"...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!"
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Mr. Money:
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...And ˇ°Live the Dream!ˇ±s...
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Miss Mediocraty:
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"...and get to know each other..."
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Mr. Money:
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I am cold!
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Miss Mediocraty:
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"...no?"
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Mr. Money:
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And mean!
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Miss Mediocraty:
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"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
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...or bad...
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...whatever you like!ˇ±
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Mr. Money:
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Daily Finance ? that's me in the Armani
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Got
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Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
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I Could have bought a Third World country
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With the riches that I've spent
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But hey
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All modern economics claim that I deserved
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Every single cent
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And the one time I'm the lesser half
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Is when we split the tab
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So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
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But most of all...
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Here's to Me!
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Here's to Me!
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Here's to Me!
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There will be nothing left...
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So...
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Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
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Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)
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Here's to Me!
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There will be nothing left...
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Nothing left...
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...for you
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Dea Pecuniae:
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"If you're looking for fulfillment
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A Kingdom and a Crown
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A Paradise of Free Rides
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I am here...
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...to let you down
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I'll get you the sexy cars
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And a taste of divinity
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A glimpse of the Stars
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Immortality
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But then Vanity
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Will leave you dried and scarred
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(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, give it to me!)
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Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: Oh baby, baby)
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Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take care of me)
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Here's to Me!
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To me"
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II. Permanere
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Mr. Money:
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But then when it's silent
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And the lights from the bars go down
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I need comforting
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'Cause somewhere there deep inside
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Feelings of loss arise
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And I hate to lose!
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III: I Raise My Glass
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They say it's lonely at the top
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Then I'm as lonely as can be
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But I am not too sorry
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You see, I've chosen this company
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I got myself a winning team
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It's Me, Myself and I
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You bet it's lonely at the top old friends
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And I'm here today to tell you suckers why!
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(Dea Pecuniae!)
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Dea Pecuniae
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Money rules...
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They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility
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But hey, you know...
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That is just a lame excuse
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For my egocentricity
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They say that we're really the same you and I
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And I truly do agree
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You see
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Just like me
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You live for me
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Until the day you die
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And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility
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To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts
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To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
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Or the poverty
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Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway
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Good for you!
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And you know what?
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Here's to you...
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And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
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For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
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And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
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I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
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So let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times ? cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get
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So come on now - raise your glasses!
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Here's to YOU
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There will be nothing left - no!
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Nothing left...
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...but money
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