We work all day

For little pay.

All that effort, for what?

We're still stuck in a rut.

 

Economy falling,

Rich stalling,

Not helping those in need

Because of their greed.

 

Want some money?

Let people call you "honey."

To get some green

You must be a fiend.

 

When our wallets are light,

Will we fight?

But at what cost?

We become so lost.

 

We attack, tooth and nail,

When things go on sale.

Why do we care

About the fares?

 

Wasn't it better

When we didn't depend on a letter?

When we didn't waste our time

Only to be paid a dime.

 

When metal and paper didn't matter,

And when we didn't pay so little to get fatter.

What is the result

Of our money-based cult?

 

Higher prices,

More vices.

More hatred,

More need to be sedated.

 

Misery, death,

Theft,

Crimes,

Are these really the better times?

 

People judge by what others own,

Whether they have a portable phone.

You live in a poor neighborhood?

You must be no good.

 

This worship of the green,

It would seem,

Is tearing us apart

And darkening our hearts.

 

Great feats count for nothing

In this world where only wealth means something.

It doesn't matter if you do thing for free,

'Cause that's not what others see.

 

If a soldier has no wealth,

And dies in a war with perfectly good health,

It doesn't matter if he's a legend being told,

He still won't get a tomb of gold.

 

At what cost

Do we get so lost?

All because of a little cash

We treat others like trash.