We Turned and Looked to One Another and Said "Is This It?"
Walking through the streets
Or hiding under sheets
The ultimate decision
Is the one that brings our reckoning
Money money money
There's no quality of life
People live and die
By the gears of the machine
Money money money money
Money money money money
Money money money money
Money money money money
And what is the cost
Of the price of freedom?
War is not an option
War is not an option
War is not an option
War is not our goal
Autor(es): Misery Addict
