Queen Jeanne - Mr. Economy Man Lyrics

Please give us your favor
Please toss us your scraps
Please Mr. Economy Man
Let me touch your money sack
Please unzip your slacks
Whip out your big business prowess
And let those sweet jobs rain down upon us, trickle down your leg
What you say Mr. Economy Man
Let it rain Mr. Money Bags
Your boots could use a tonguing down
I can do that for you please
Your trees are looking hungry
Well they could use more blood on their leaves
Our bodies make great compost for your garden
Yeah we're poor, but our flesh is nutrient rich, yes it is
Ain't that right Mr. Economy Man
Sure tastes good Mr. Money Bags
Let us work for you, oh won't you please
In your fields, in your cubes, in your factories
Please take my time, take my body, take my life
Won't you please squeeze my kids
Won't you please f*ck my wife
Won't you please Mr. Economy Man
Take it all Mr. Money Bags
Oh Mr. Economy Man, I'd like to suck your [censored by the reproachful crowd]
This water is not for drinking
This food is not for eating
This land is not for sharing
What's it for? It's for money making
This air is not for breathing
These people ain't for loving
This life is not for living
What's it for? It's for money making
It's for money making
There are those who disagree, well not me of course
There are those who don't believe, no not like me
I will find them for you I will
I'll even kill them if you allow it
My only ask in return? The chance to earn you a profit
Let's fatten that wallet
How's that sound Mr. Economy Man
Just say the word Mr. Money Bags
Well your toxins, they taste good to me
I love the spice, I love the tang
If I get sick, well then I have failed you. But don't worry
I'll dig my own grave, or I'll work through the pain
That is.. if that's okay
Is that okay with you Mr. Economy Man
Please don't be mad Mr. Money Bags
This water is not for drinking
This food is not for eating
This land is not for sharing
What's it for? It's for money making
This air is not for breathing
These people ain't for loving
This life is not for living
What's it for
And one day years from now
Through toxic fumes and tears of pride
I'll watch your spacecraft leave the atmosphere
While we flee the rising tide
"He did it!" I'll wheeze, pleased as can be
He's bringing us to the stars
And as the oceans come to claim us
I'll think how so alike we are
Ain't that right Mr. Economy Man
You and me Mr. Money Bags
This water is not for drinking
This food is not for eating
This land is not for sharing
What's it for? It's for money making
This air is not for breathing
These people ain't for loving
This life is not for living
What's it for? It's for money making
It's for money making