Money

Money - Choking Victim

I am sick and tired and my money＇s always spent

And though their jobs are killing me thier money pays my rent

The fuel of world hate although it＇s just a seed

But when it grows and flowers it becomes the world＇s greed

Money for the rich money for the fed

God supplies the money and god supplies the dead

And when yer dead and ready ＂exploited＂ be thy name

＇cause after you have money things are never quite the same

I don＇t care for money and money＇s not for me

The money fueled this empire and our racist history

Although I＇m forced to use it the rules have all been set

But life is not worth living when yer soul is in debt

Money for the rich money for the fed

God supplies the money and god supplies the dead

And when yer dead and ready ＂exploited＂ be thy name

After you have money things are never quite the same