text: I was young and healthy
  Extremely wealthy
  I swung in the trees
  And did as I pleased
  I thought I was rich
  Oh yeah
  Such sweet seduction
  I could feel the suction
  Greasing my palm
  And doing no harm
  Just making some deals
  What a bitch
  Money talks to me
  Whispers in my ear
  Gives me everything I want
  Everything I want
  I had rising stock
  So I got more pockets
  I knew somewhere to stick it
  Where no-one would nick it
  I kind of went private
  And then, aha
  Such sweet seclusion
  No more intrusion
  Too much food on my plate
  But theres guards at the gate
  Such joy
  I could almost die of it
  Money goes to money
  Yes it always returns
  Finds its way back to the big house
  Where it lives all alone
  Wraithlike silent partners
  Operators of the system
  Give words of quiet assurance
  To an otherwise healthy victim
  Its all coming back to me
  I would swing in the trees
  And Id swim in the ocean
  I used to show some emotion
  I was not to blame
  I feel no shame
  The structure was shaking
  Was there for the taking
  I had the resources
  But then, oh no
  Someone outbid me
  I cant take it with me?
  Then I will devour it
  I cant go without it
  Its simply a question of
  Market forces