Little pieces of colored paper

Feel its grip and its will to shape ya

Kneel before the greed

that's gonna rape ya

Call collect to the undertaker

little pieces of colored paper

valued more than its very maker

It is your god

It is your king

It puts a price on everything

Watch the color of our collar

when you steal the almighty dollar

The color of money is the color of greed

That is a shade of green I do not need

It plagues men's hearts

poisons their souls

They make the money

but its in control

You face the facts

then you'd know that its true

its got more of a right to exist than you do

Put a price on your life

My pockets are empty

but my heart is full

and I don't need money

to give my life value

You can buy the land

but you can't buy the Sky

There are some things in this world

that your money can't buy

THESE DREAMS ARE FREE