Tiger Lillies Avarice
Avarice, avarice! Money, money is bliss!
The money man makes all the money that’s why the money
man lives
He sells the souls of his freakshow, for the money man
money is bliss
He’s sold his father and mother; his daughter and wife do
tricks
Each coin and each note that he makes he greedily gobbles
and licks
Avarice, avarice! Money, money is bliss!
He sold all of his children; he sold his friends as well
Well, one day pretty soon the money man’s going to Hell
The money man’s so greedy he’s got a dollar down his
jacket’s insides
For the sake of making more money he murders, cheats and
lies
Avarice, avarice! Money, money is bliss!
Everywhere he springs misery, each of the freaks he makes
cry
He sold his soul to the Devil he’s the only one who’d buy
