Diamond

They can make a diamond now
From bad air and no landfill
They can make power now
Through dirty air and no landfill

They're making music now
From sticks and stones in fabric homes
Whilst we wash our bottles through
After rich, rich food
And hope that we'd do of some kind of good

We give the price of a meal
To some gratifying appeal
Then buy tainted waters from the men at the wheel
We brave the rain in our nice warm nails
And hope that we're some kind of good

And all we have is a cross on a paper
We don't choose change
And all we need is the truth in the papers
But they don't need change

And all we have is a cross on a paper
We don't choose change
Yeah, and all we need is a cross on that paper
We don't choose change



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Anne Jones, Jennifer Ellen Clark
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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