Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Is going to kill you
You'll die and go to heaven
You'll die and finally have rest
Profit
is what made it happen
Profit
Is what did you in
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Is going to kill you
Heart attack
Stroke
It wasn't from fat
It was from fear
Fear of being broke
Forty-five years then you’ll retire
Do something different
Make something new
Get all the money
I never said it was bad
How does your soul feel
When was the last time
Anything
Touched you
Can you finally
Throw away your heart
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Has killed you
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
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