Money Is a Memory

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money lives longer than a memory

Back to the records room
On the right hand side
In a box marked, “Three Signatories Required”
Things we owe each other from way back when
Never cut and dried

A procedural formality
Hats raised to fiscal bureaucracy
Bonds raised to rebuild democracy
The theory goes

But there are people inside
Real people inside
How do you think they’ll feel when
They find your paper is
Worth more than them?

The promises you made to your brother
All the things you owe your father and your mother
They’ll be gone when you’re gone
But watch that paper trail
(Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money lives longer than a memory)
But we’ll pass the stories on
(Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money lives longer than a memory)
We won’t forget
‘Cause we are people inside
Real people inside
Do you think it feels good
To know your paper is
Worth more than us?