We spend and spend and spend some more
In our plasticized society
And end up knocking on the Poor House door
With our spending impropriety
Commercials on those TV shows
Tell us what we need
At super salesmanship they’re pros
They convince us with their greed
We buy this, we buy that
Our credit cards max-out
Before we know it, we’re broke and flat
‘Cause we couldn’t do without
Having no dinero
Is our personal recession
With our pockets full of zero
We go into depression
Money grew on trees, we thought
We know now we misperceived
The lesson that leaves us most distraught
Is that trees can lose their leaves
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