Little pieces of colored paper 
Feel its grip and its will to shape ya 
Kneel before the greed 
that's gonna rape ya 
Call collect to the undertaker 
little pieces of colored paper 
valued more than its very maker 
It is your god 
It is your king 
It puts a price on everything 
Watch the color of our collar 
when you steal the almighty dollar 
The color of money is the color of greed 
That is a shade of green I do not need 
It plagues men's hearts 
poisons their souls 
They make the money 
but its in control 
You face the facts 
then you'd know that its true 
its got more of a right to exist than you do 
Put a price on your life 
My pockets are empty 
but my heart is full 
and I don't need money 
to give my life value 
You can buy the land 
but you can't buy the Sky 
There are some things in this world 
that your money can't buy 
THESE DREAMS ARE FREE