She'd been sitting twenty hours a day. Behind a sawing machine. A smal pawn in the big scheme.

And she'd been working. Since she she was a child. In the same sweatshop-factory. Where only profit was satisfactory.

And she didn't. Know there was something more. She'd been used as a slave. For those that desire and crave.

Come with me to the new. Let's leave this shit behind. Profit and greed makes you blind. A happiness you will never find.
There is more over the hill. Equal money will cure this ill. There is more over the hill. Equal money will cure this ill.

And he had been sick. For most of his life. Working in a coal mine. To pay of his debt and fine.

And he was old. And his body hurt when he walked. But he pushed on and one. If not he would be gone.

So many are simply living in hell. To support a few in their comfort shell. Another victim of the stockmarket bell.

Come with me to the new. Let's leave this shit behind. Profit and greed makes you blind. A happiness you will never find.

There is more over the hill. Equal money will cure this ill. There is more over the hill. Equal money will cure this ill.

Source: Desteni of Money