MONEY BECOMES KING
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
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If you reach back in your memory
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a little bell might ring
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'bout a time that once existed
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when money wasn't king
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if you streech your imagination
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i'll tell you all a tale
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about a time when everything
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wasn't up for sale
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there was this cat named johnny
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who loved to play and sing
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when money wasn't king
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we'd all get so excited when
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john would do a show
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we'd raise the cash between us
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and down the road we'd go
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to hear him play that music
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it spoke right to my soul
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every verse a diamond
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every chorus gold
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the sound was my salvation
it was only everything
before money became king
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well i ain't sure how it happend
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and i don't know exactly when
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but everything got bigger
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and the rules began to bend
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and the tv taught the people
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how to get their hair to shine
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and how sweet life can be
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if you keep a tight behind
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and they raised the cost of living
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and how could we have known
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they'd double the price of tickets
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to go see johnny's show
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so we hocked all our possesions
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and we sold a little dope
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and went off to rock and roll
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we arrived there early
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in time to see rehearsal
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and john came out and lip-synched
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his new lite beer commercial
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and as the crowd arrived
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as far as i could see
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the faces were all different
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there was no one there like me
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they sat in golden circles
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and waiters sevred them wine
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and talked through all the music
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and to john paid little mind
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and way up in the nosebleeds
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we watched him on the screen
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they'd hung between the billboards
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so cheaper seats could see
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johnny rocked that golden circle
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and all those vip's
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and that music thast had saved us
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became a tired routine
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and i saw his face in close-up
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trying to give it all he had
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and sometimes his eyes betrayed him
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you could see that he was sad
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and i tried to rock on with him
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but i slowly became bored
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could that man on stage
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with everything
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somehow need some more?
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there was no use in pretending
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no magic left to hear
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all the music gave me
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was a craving for lite beer
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as i walked out of the arena
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my ears began to ring
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and money became king
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"The words are right--I'm just not sure on the music."
Jacob Ortiz of Suspicious P
