Warm blood meant to be flowing Are just spots on concrete Once a living thing Now a dead pulp under a sheet
Thoughts and dreams are denied As they level the countryside We are just numbers kept in a bank
Across their country All their money We are living To pay their debts And their factories And shit workers Nothing else in life Just pollution in the sky
Living by the dollar Dying by the dollar Take the innocent Take the infants
Teach from birth Hate for life Love for money The only love in life
And everything you make Is what they take And back taxes Endless bullshit
Don't need a bomb to say goodbye Body count money count Much to any account It means nothing
Body count money count Much to any account You know it means nothing
Money means more than a human lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
