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Billy was a big shot on Bay Street
Waiting for his ship to come in
He didn’t wanna miss it when it landed so he stole
His anchor from another man
He said, everybody wants a little bit of sugar
All its gonna cost you is some filthy lucre

Filth, Filthy, Filthy Lucre
Did you get some on your hands?
Filthy, Filthy, Filthy Lucre
Waiting for your promised land
We’re all filthy

Lady couldn’t seem to make ends meet
Wearing down her fingers to bone
She didn’t wanna beg or borrow so she sold
The only thing she had of her own
You could find her working nights until the streets took her
With nothing in her pockets but filthy lucre

Filth, Filthy, Filthy Lucre
Did you get some on your hands?
Filthy, Filthy, Filthy Lucre
Waiting for your promised land
We’re all filthy

Joey was a preacher for hire
Praying over innocent souls
He dressed his Bible up in a bright white suit
So they wouldn’t notice what he stole
He could work the room
Till the spirit shook ‘er
With nothing in the plate but filthy lucre

We’re all innocent
But nobody’s clean
Everybody’s money
Is the same shade of green
We’re all in this tub together
The butcher, the baker
The hooker, the preacher, and me

Wally had a way to get rich quick
Working on a pyramid scheme
He didn’t wanna wake up when the nightmare came
And shatter his American Dream
He didn’t have to go out and commit murder
All he had to do was make some filthy lucre

Filth, Filthy, Filthy Lucre
Did you get some on your hands?
Filthy, Filthy, Filthy Lucre
Waiting for your promised land
We’re all filthy

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from Three Hands Clapping, released May 24, 2019

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