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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
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