%%%%%%%%%%%%% MONEY CONQUERS LOVE Money conquers all. It bends the oak of unspeakable truth. Money is the wrench that twists the brains of lovers Upon their pillows. There’s a thirst lurks inside Only money can quench. But don’t bother looking for money deep in the green wood. Don’t waste your life digging beneath the briar. For money flows freely, far beneath this river, To those who inherit it, easy as fire. Money, sex and power are the hurricanes which rip through The temples of peace, like plagues, like poisons. Money conquers all, and so we swallow its lies, Which lead us into these hellish seasons. Money buys health and youth and life and leather. Don’t let them tell you different. Even in China, Money remains the shield around the skull and the main string Between the lingum and the yoni. Money glares down at us like a judge from its bench and Will not weep or bend like a wind or a willow. We glut our guts on money until we’re broke, Then whore for more until we’re thin and hollow. Money even supercedes the quest for bosoms. Eyes, lips, flesh — even the airplane of love,- Even passion’s ocean’s shallow by comparison to Money’s deep champagne. My love, bright love, it’s to your touch I aspire. Yet I lack the money to put you into the mood for The respect I need to win the favor of the glutton Within you to whom money is food. Money, sex and power, in Carolina, and here Are all one word, slurred together. My love, bright love, it’s you to whom these dull brains point, As I watch money buy even the weather. Money conquers love. And so I follow you, bright love, Into the heat to soak up what wealth might Let me be your lover, if only just long enough to Learn to tolerate this joke. Money conquers love. And so I follow you, bright love, Into the heat to soak up what wealth might Let me be your lover, if only just long enough to Learn to tolerate this joke. Words and Music by Galen Green c 1986 %%%%%%%%%%%%%