Money Game

It's a strange time we're living in
World can put fear in ya
Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria
Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
When we're clearly living in dictatorships?
Nearly blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained
It's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game that let's the whole world burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns
But money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves
Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

Mmm-mmm-mmm
This old money game
Mmm-mmm-mmm

Dear Mr. President
It's evident that everyone's a resident of fear
When they support these ideas that keep us separate
When the make us believe that everybody is coming
To terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
"It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech"
But, when did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, 'cause us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages
Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy
Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves
If your country was in flames
You'd emigrate yourselves in a second
Still, you spit your venom
Demonising immigrants, when really your an immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants, or descended from immigrants
The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants
America was colonised by Britain
Britain, it was colonised by Rome
And also colonised by the Saxons
They were German by the way
You know how people throw shade upon the Germans
'Cause of histories pain?
And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim
The same and the same
Old situation plays on repeat
The same old TV shows repeat
Yeah, we worship the bleak
Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep
There's no left, there's no right, in the middle we sleep

Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

Mmm-mmm-mmm
This old money game
Mmm-mmm-mmm
This old money game