Paper that we worship
n' value n' want more

What put our trust
in paper I ask

In Gods name
We fight the game

When death arrives
It's over, it's under

From a baby in the womb
To a corpse in a tomb

We fight for paper
It's value is funny

We lose our lives for it
and **** our honey

Not one inch is fought
for glory or passion

Nor gold nor silver
Nor paper on trees
or digital numbers
of a bank Viennese

I do not fester
Profess or muster

We fight our spouses
for guild and buster

The wars are fought
for power and plunder

If we let go of this
evil and sin

We may get back to
our human within

If we let go of money
We live like a gypsy

Let's let go of money
to be vivid and sunny

Let's let go of money
to be lively and funny