Regret falls across the land
Concert tickets that cost a grand
People wander in search of cash
Buying junk and spending fast
And whosoever should be here
Spending their savings on tchotchkes and beer
Must stand and face the confession booth
To teach us lessons and give us truth
The stench of green is in the air
Thoughts of money no longer there
Shiny new products behind every door
Lose your mind when entering the store
Tempting forces that you can’t see
Make you lose your currency
For no mere mortal can resist
The capital offense of the Spender
