For a Few Dollars More – Brooklyn Funk Essentials

Yeah
For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Ay, how did you get so cold

It’s like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern

Its like we never learned
Bridge after bridge just get burned
If there’s no chance to earn
Then it’s sad but it’s not our concern, yeah

The reason for the treason
Money – Oh I
The war and the crime
Money – don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money – Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money – yeah

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
Sell your soul
Would have sell your soul

So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me

So tell me honestly
Is it just devil philosophy
Doubts and selfishness and greed
Live right here inside you and in me

The reason for the treason
Money – Oh oh ay ay
The war and the crime
Money – don’t you know
Don’t you know
No matter what they say
Money – Can’t you see
The fussing and the fighting
Money

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

For a few dollars more
Mankind how did you get so cold
For a few dollars more
Mankind you would have sell your soul

Would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Would have sell your soul
You would have sell your soul
Oh I
Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren too yeah

Fire for the man who build the first fence
And him friend who signed paper as evidence
Spin doctors assuring innocence
We might as well swallow
You think that we should
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

There’s a fire burning – yeah

Fire for the man who build the second fence
Trick poor people with him eloquence
Only care about him own existence
Imparting what God said
Cause he understood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

It’s got to be good

Fire for the man who build the third fence
Fatten him belly from violence
Rude power and glory and consequence
Cain destroyed Abel
Because he could
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

It’s got to be good – Oh sellout

Fire for the man who build the fourth fence
Sell poison with indifference
Entrepreneur minus conscience
Who sees the free market
In my neighborhood
With a name like democracy
It’s got to be good

It’s got to be good – yeah ooh
It’s got to be good – no no way
No no way

Sell out your brethren
Sell out your sistren
How could you do that

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