Have Money Lyrics

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Working on the farm raising up my sheep. Ain't do them no harm but they ain't going to speak a peep

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Collecting all their wool and butchering their meat. selling by the pound full. Is what I do all week

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Making all my dough off sheep on death row

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Agro-Inspector came around today "What's going on here?" is what she had to say.

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making all my dough off sheep on death row

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My conditions are fine, they're standing line by line

You ask about their health, but I'm a kill'em, so what the hell, have money

And on those days of sun, I repent for what I've done

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I want you to listen, this isn't a prison

They get out once a month, isn't that enough to

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Feed 'em three times a day, feed 'em all kinds of grain

And if you're not happy with their state of life, come raise these fatties, they all meet the knife

And you, you, get money