Money, money money, Yeah it makes the world go round. We say we believe in freedom, For most it don’t come ‘til we’re in the ground. Every one’s out to get their cut, But it don’t come too easy. Some will beg or borrow and some will steal yeah, Some will even kill to get their hands on some honey.
We talk about peace and love like it’s all around us, It’s an illusion we create to serenely, serenely suppress us. The truth lies underneath our obsessive nature, The only ones laughing are the ones who pay you. We created an evil that’s so profound, Now the paper in your pocket makes the world go round.
Say now who’s that cat walking down the street? The one with the briefcase and expensive teeth. He must work so hard to keep a face like that, Or he lies to the public to keep his wallet fat. How do you sleep at night brother doing what you do? Do your children know that you’re a no good traitor, traitor of the people?
We talk about peace and love like it’s all around us, It’s an illusion we create to serenely, serenely suppress us. The truth it lies behind our obsessive nature, The only ones laughing are the ones who pay you. We created an evil that’s so profound, Now the paper in your pocket makes the world go round. - solo -Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
