oh I feel misery
that we are in this deep mess
It brings people lots of strain
it's going right down the drain
And the sickness of the poor
you tell me to score
oh oh oh more and more
oh oh oh more and more
For you or me I see
We fuss about money
good times will see you through
in this communist zoo
And the sickness of the poor
you tell me to score
oh oh oh more and more
oh oh oh more and more
I want my money back
I want my money back
Don't matter if the bad bank's down
garbage will come around
I can see why you are blue
I feel no love for loss too
And the sickness of the poor
you tell me to score
oh oh oh more and more
oh oh oh more and more
I wanna get back to work
I hope it will be soon
I hope it will be pleasing
To stop that money teasing
And the sickness of the poor
you tell me to score
oh oh oh more and more
oh oh oh more and more
I want my money back
I want my money back
centuries ago all we knew
was to hang our head in our belted hands
we'd say we'd make it through
hanging our heads in our belted hands
technology can take us places unknown
what I see lately isn't so
It doesn't seem as if we've grown
What i see lately isn't so
I want my money back
I want my money back
radio shock don't take me low
Where will the new unfold?
bring me back to when I was
ever flowing with love
And the sickness of the poor
you tell me to score
oh oh oh more and more
oh oh oh more and more
Here comes that snowy rain
On the border of the rich
It can hit my face
But it can't clean that place
And the sickness of the poor
you tell me to score
oh oh oh more and more
oh oh oh more and more
I want my money back
I want my money back