Pandacar - Trees Lyrics

In the corner, you work under duress
A dead-end job, the measure of success
Pays for soggy biscuits, tea, and bread
Someone has to work or no one gets fed
A race against the clock, no one can see
Such and such is dead, rather him than me
Well, do you think money grows on trees?
A series of sins, you must express
It'll be alright if you just confess
Archaic views, traditions are best
Now sit down and f*cking sing with the rest
Dig deep now, it's not for free
You could be a good little devotee
Well, do you think money grows on trees?
The rich are rich, the poor are poor
That's one thing of which everyone is sure
It all boils down, to an Eaton mess
Because daddy's rich friend couldn't handle the stress
Give us more money, the banks decree
And dads and religions and politics agree
That money doesn't grow on trees!
Work harder!
Work faster!