A face on the street meets with passerby feet

Wincing in ways unforetold, there’s his mate he passes by, a victim to cold

Shaking a cup again, he was there and then – not.

So you throw some by, cast an eye for the figure left there, discarded like ply 

There’s cash on the line

All he needs is more time

One more day out the weather ’fore he swings from the tether

For you it’s mere change, though for him it’s his life

So Reach deep, return rife

‘Cause there’s cash on the line

No need for the will of a divine

Save him from the kiss of a nine iron

Spat out by society, he ain’t born a scion

There’s cash on the line.

The elder in the distance dies as the siblings unify in expectant sighs

For them, there’s cash on the line

There’s inheritance due, for me, not for you

They fight and they bicker and for the love of the money they’d kill another far quicker

No reason nor rhyme

All is banished

When there’s cash on the line

The lips once kissed are now ones to bludgeon

In public you loved him, in closed doors he’s deemed a curmudgeon 

There’s a sniff of gold in the mine

Dive deeper my friend

For there’s cash on the line

You cared for them once, now in moonlight you approach, armed with a sconce

With fangs fresh to bear, the scent of cash fills the air

Harkens forth the very devil from his lair

Some sell truth for money and laugh in the face of those hurt by their lies

These cowards live to despise, and they find it so funny

To them you’re moulded honey

Not worthy of the spread, incapable even of that existential dread, you’re the unloved end of 50/50 bread

Stay sharp, there’s cash on the line

There’s liars, there’s crooks, some crave it for looks

The alluring scent of cash in the morning

O how the capitalists are fawning

Face down in the gutter with their bile to mutter

Spreads it ‘round succinct, like Satan’s curdled butter

There’s siblings who’d no sooner kill

For their name in the will

‘Cause to them it’s a thrill

When there’s cash on the line

The familial ties that bind, are the hands which unwind

To pick the pockets, to strip the lockets

To sow the seeds, to syphon the needs

Open the purse wide, now let it bleed

Clutch the house, grasp the deed

A name in the will, shall take its toll

To trade rags for riches, you must first sell your soul

So I led them to the devil and instead they made friends

I took them to hell

So they’d meet their ends

I took them to the seafloor 

And it was me with the bends

For there’s cash on the line

They’ve rigged the game

There’s cash on the line

So fire true and take aim.