Enslaved

How could you not understand? How badly the rich has the upper-hand When everybody is chasing the dollar They will always have us under their collar And under their commands we holler Since money is the world's dictator Whoever has more is suddenly greater It's difficult to satisfy a person's greed And that's why we always want and need We let ourselves become weak It's our fault, we make our lives bleak When it is only money that we seek So it seems, so it seems our body is free But our minds will never be