Hard Drive Gold Alt-J 

Gimme that gold, straight into my hard drive, baby.
I’m fifteen in my garden skipping,
My neighbour Sue is watching me from her window.
Oh mama, did you tell Sue I’m a millionaire now, baby,
Trading that crypto?
Gimme that gold, gimme that fire!
Crying on a stranger is so very soothing,
I’m outside my school,
My teacher took me to one side and told me I was scum,
I left, then Googled ‘Neoliberal’.
Don’t be afraid to make money, boy.
Gimme that gold, straight into my hard drive, baby.
Non-shatter ruler, put it on the table and go ‘brrrrrr’,
Watch it shatter.
Clearly mum’s talked to Neil with the Audi,
The next morning he shouts from his door:
‘Don’t be afraid to make money, boy!’
Gimme that gold, straight into my hard drive, baby.