Greed
All this country cares about is money
Yeah, preach, “For the good of the people”
Well that’s a crock of shit
Power is in the money
What’s that? A country with new found oil
Let’s start another war!
So more people can die
But we can still get that check
No one sees the future wreck
Not even just in oil
More than all that spoil
We need to mind our business
We have our own wars going on here
Our own things to worry about
Those countries we help could care less about U S.
Told, “Don’t get involved”
I think we can see why
Too much bloodshed in business that isn’t ours
Over commodities we can get ourselves
We shouldn’t be this world police force
But we get involved all the time
Our greed is the root of all evil
We let a few men in suits make our decisions
Yeah, the American dream
We’re livin’ it.
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