The Last Apple On The Tree (Paper Bag Man Remix)

歌詞

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