Money Becomes King if you reach back in your memory a little bell might
ring about a time that once existed when money wasn't king if you
stretch your imagination i'll tell you all a tale about a time when
everything wasn't up for sale
there was this cat named johnny who
loved to play and sing when money wasn't king
we'd all get so excited
when john would give a show we'd raise the cash between us and down
the road we'd go to hear him play that music it spoke right to my
soul every verse a diamond and every chorus gold the sound was my
salvation it was only everything before money became king
well I
ain't sure how it happened and i don't know exactly when but everything
got bigger and the rules began to bend and they taught the people how
to get their hair to shine and how sweet life can be if you keep a tight
behind and they raised the cost of living and could we have
known they'd doubled the price of tickets to go see johnny's
show
so we hocked all our possessions and we sold a little
dope and went off to rock and roll
we arrived there early in time
to see rehearsal and john came out and lip-synched his new lite beer
commercial and as the crowd arrived as far as i could see the faces
were all different there was no one there like me
they sat in golden
circles and waiters served them wine and they talked through al the
music and to john paid little mind and way up in the nosebleeds we
watched him on the screen they'd hung between the billboards so cheaper
seats could see
johnny rocked that golden circle and all those
VIP's and that music that had freed us became a tired routine and i
saw his face in close-up trying to give it all he had and sometimes his
eyes betrayed him you could see that he was sad and i tried to rock on
with him but i slowly became bored could that man on stage with
everything somehow needed more?
there was no use in pretending no
magic left to hear all the music gave me was a craving for lite
beer as i walked out of the arena my ears began to ring and money
became king