Sangtekst: Faith No More. Angel Dust. Everything's Ruined.

Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man.
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtime
Completed what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves


A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny


And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends


Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million


People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest


A penny won't do P>

But he made us proud
He made us rich
But how were we to know
He's counterfeit


Now everything's ruined P>