Well they lined up for miles to see the proof that crime does pay,
All full of that dreamy headed sleepy vision of someday,
He was handing out free shoes for every one to shine,
He said keep them if you want but if you'd like you can pretend they'er still mine.
And the first millionaire "oh man he's just a regular guy",
"Did you see him I swear he looked me right in the eye",
"I heard when he was fifteen he dropped out of school",
"Yeah but I can tell you he sure as hell aint no fool".
About ten minutes later he invented the first tax shelter,
Then the economics of his emotions left his cash flow to welter,
He just borrowed a little more money when needed to pay his bills,
He said you cant expect to make oil without making a few oil spills.
And the first millionaire you know he gave a lot to charity,
He maintained the underclass with his offering of parity,
He set up a trust fund but there was no one he could trust,
The alimony of his first love was the dowery of his first lust.
Even a lost man could see where these directions were headed,
Numbers don't lie but accounts do and thats why the papers were shredded,
Then you begin to wonder just at whose expense this expense account,
And it's not so much the apathy as it is the amount.
The first millionaire yeah he loved his god and country,
Turned it into the land of milk and money,
And that wing of the hospital still bares his name,
And the money in this myth is what buys his fame.