The world is bustling with sin,
the evil's ******* us in,
money lovers love ******* you and me.
They wave their hands in the air,
as the onlookers stare,
at the definition of impurity.

Their soulless lovers demand,
the latest fashions and trends,
snap their fingers, instant gratification.
We eat straight out of their hands,
like a dog, on command,
while they laugh, it's stratification.

Smoke billows in the sky,
from the smoke stacks, so high,
they pollute the world and show no sympathy.
They rest on golden lawn chairs,
as girl run hands through their hair,
people are objects of the industry.

The politics are corrupt,
we say that we've had enough,
but the truth is we have no voice to scream.
Their money runs our lives,
they hear the peoples cries,
but they continue destroying the American dream.