Paper — текст песни (tree)

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