Money

I am sick and tired and my money's always spent
 And though their jobs are killing me, their money pays my rent
 The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed
 But when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world's greed!
 Money for the rich, money for the fed
 God supplies the money and God supplies the dead
 And when you're dead and ready, exploited be thy name
 'Cause after you have money things are never quite the same
 I don't care for money, and money's not for me
 The money fueled this empire and our racist history
 Although I'm forced to use it, the rules have all been set
 But life is not worth living when you're soul is in debt
 Money kills
 Money rapes
 Money lies
 Money hates