Piggy, Piggy, Piggy banks crumble
Melted change for the machines
Paperweights are obsolete
Garbage banks come to terms with real treasure
Relinquished trash, all cash pours
Right in the middle of the street
Horded dirt erodes to dust
Scarcity becomes scant
Horded dirt erodes to dust
Scarcity becomes scant
Sufficient propagation dwells
In the soil and the soul
In the soil and the soul
Travels the sky and the sea
Always deeper outside and underneath
God and the devil do both
God realizing itself
What do I want becomes
Why have you forsaken me becomes
What would I do becomes
What have I done becomes
What do I have becomes
What do I have becomes
We have what we need
The devil forgets itself
What a strange instinct to destroy
Out of necessity
Til abundance bonds us
Or death do us part
What a strange instinct to destroy
Out of necessity
Til abundance bonds us
Or death do us part
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