Money Ain't Real

Humans are animals.
We're no better than them.
The unions all got their heralds,
when you're sick your spitting up flem.
Money ain't real,
it's all in your imagination.
Tell me, how much can you feel?
Can you even remember our conversation?

Money ain't real, it's true.
Ain't no such thing as worth.
Not your diamonds or your shoes.
Only things like life and birth
got that, what do you say to that?
I know what you mean when you say
that's not where it's at,
but nobody has to give you pay.

I saw the cowboy madonna walk
across the mirror and through the milk.
The outlaw saint decided it wasn't worth the talk,
he took the miners and sent to fetch some silk.
Farewell my muse, but before you part,
please tell me what you brought, the news.
The messenger wisked her away from my wicked heart
and if I hadn't guessed, I wouldn't have made her my muse.

Apollo took a knife to the Jack of Hearts.
The nymph had a deck of cards, missing the jack and the ace.
Apollo could tell the lie from the truth apart
and he knew what occurred at the place.
When at last the sun rose at the mourn,
the gallows were prepared for the ace and the jack,
but they had to cut it, forlorn it was, approaching fast was a storm
and it was sent by King Under the Mountain, with a heart so black.