Em I was young and healthy Extremely wealthy I swung in the trees And did as I pleased Am I thought I was rich Oh yeah Em Such sweet seduction I could feel the suction Greasing my palm And doing no harm Just making some deals What a bitch Chorus: Dm F G Am G/B C Money talks to me Dm Am G/B C Whispers in my ear Dm F G Am Gives me everything I want G/B C Dm Everything I want I had rising stock So I got more pockets I knew somewhere to stick it Where no-one would nick it I kind of went private And then, aha Such sweet seclusion No more intrusion Too much food on my plate But there's guards at the gate Such joy I could almost die of it Chorus C#m Money goes to money Yes it always returns Finds its way back to the big house F#m Where it lives all alone C#m Wraithlike silent partners Operators of the system Give words of quiet assurance F#m To an otherwise healthy victim G# It's all coming back to me I would swing in the trees And I'd swim in the ocean I used to show some emotion I was not to blame I feel no shame The structure was shaking Was there for the taking I had the resources But then, oh no Someone outbid me I can't take it with me? Then I will devour it I can't go without it It's simply a question of Market forces Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C C#m Dm Em F F#m G G# B |