Money Money Money Beans On Toast (Ft. Frank Turner)

My clothes are made in sweatshops, so are both my shoes
Well the third world has a factory line for everything I use
And my job made me a slave each day for some old greedy man
Who probably wouldn't look at you if you tried to shake his hand

Well the landscape's full of logos that seep into our eyes
Well they brainwash every one of us and fuck with all our minds
Now the food we've eaten's rotten, and it's made from spastic cows
Wrapped in polystyrene, served up with a smile

But how much do your morals cost?
Are you getting rich or are you getting lost?
A corporate world is a greedy boss
Who takes your hand and then palms you off

Well McDonalds is a Nazi and all of us are Jews
We're dining in their restaurant and they're poisoning our food
Well money is a paedophile that preys on little kids
And puts adverts up all over town that promise happiness

Now I can't work out what's sexy, or if that's beautiful
But our bodies don't turn out like all the posters on the wall
And these corporations holding hands are stealing all our dough
And there's no-one left to take the blame, 'cause it's lost control

But much do your morals cost?
Are you getting rich or are you getting lost?
A corporate world is a greedy boss
Who takes your hand and then palms you off