The Circle

How much does it take for a man to feel rich?
 Is a bag of silver enough to be betrayed with a kiss?
 The wandering fool searches for his pot of gold
 He doesn't know what is bid upon has already been sold
 Lifts his eyes to the skies once again
 The question of life and what has God done for him
 Blames everyone else for his thoughtless life
 And he talks to the dead for consent in what is right
 Choosing to ignore the plan divine
 And finds himself the dying fruit on the vine
 And he centers in... on himself
 You're kicking the pricks
 Wasting all your time
 You're kicking the pricks
 It's all out of line
 Misery has worn strength he once knew
 At play in the fields of the Lord is what he thought he's do
 Living in the night not wanting so the light of day
 Only fooling yourself ignoring the only way
 How much does it take for a man to feel rich?
 Is a bag of silver enough to be betrayed with a kiss?
 The wandering fool searches for his pot of gold
 He doesn't know what is bid upon has already been sold