THE MONEY CROP
Well money has its own way,
And money has to grow,
It grows on human blood and bone
As any child would know.
It's iron stuff and paper stuff
With no life of its own,
And so it gets its growing sap
From human blood and bone.
Many a child goes hungering
Because the wage is low,
And men die on the battlefield
To make the money grow.
And those that take the money crop
Are avid without end,
They plant it in the tenements
To make it grow again.
The little that they leave for us
It cannot be a seed,
We spend it on the shoddy clothes
And every daily need,
We spend it in a minute,
In an hour it is gone,
To find its way to grow again
On human blood and bone,
Blood and bone.
Words and Music by Malvina Reynolds.
Copyright 1966, Schroder Music Co.