Yea Yea Yea Yo Yo Yo

Yea Yea Yea – Yo Yo Yo

They been making money outa money
Don’t know what is wrong
Making it from nothing
Selling futures for a song
Don’t know what is wrong.
No earth with standing - it is melting
The future - a sure thing
Cabaret/ dancehall / seven eleven
All night bar - fairy-dust heaven
Takes a lot a water
Oil from oily sand
Sometimes greedy buggers
Don’t have plans
The greedy bastards
Don’t give a dam.
Buildings empty
All over town
Make the grubby leave
Unseen and buried
Or drown far from town
AThe money seems so brown
They like to wipe it
Before they swipe it
I wipe my hand
Before ah nother thought - I might type it.