Finally got around to using this lyric.
It's been moaning in my closet for awhile now.
Any and all comments are welcome
https://soundcloud.com/paulcanuck/dirty-moneyDirty MoneySomething shifted in the packet
When he took it from the man
Something bristled through his fingers
When he held it in his hands
Something slithered from the dark
And crawled into his heart
Dirty money
He resolved himself to never
Tell a soul where it was from
He'd be careful not to flaunt it
Yet, "who were they to judge?"
But hidden in his closet
Those earnings had become
Dirty money
How it grinned!
He didn't own it
It owned him
Always haunting, always moaning
Like a harbinger of death
Always wanting, always groaning
From its muffled place it wept
Like those people in the truck
He so wished he could forget
Dirty money
How it grinned
He didn't own it
It owned him
No syringe could ever purge
That image from his head
Having slid that van door open
To those faces of the dead
And to know his greed had led
to..
Dirty money
In the bathtub where they found him
Wrists forsaken by a blade
Ben Franklins sailed around
A sea of pink lemonade
His conscience had him tried for
And sentenced him to die for
Dirty money
How it grinned
He didn't own it
It owned him
It owned him.