Blood & Money

Welcome to the dawning of a dark, dark age
Where deception and dishonesty is all the rage
The Man controls the media, your eyes and your ears
With music made by mother fuckin' mouseketeers!

Now once upon a time you had a beautiful dream
Well, wake up! You're just a product of the war-machine
You call yourself a pacifist? You're just another punk
The rich are getting richer, so let's all get drunk and

Sing with the masses, sing with the masses

Come on, come on and give us blood & money
Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound
Bow down before the land of milk and honey
While we burn your people, burn your people to the ground

Come and watch the death of the American dream
Now the red, white, and blue is the red, gold, and green
The man controls the money, and he starts a war
But fight it? No, that's what the working-class is for!

So he hides behind a bible, and he hides behind a flag
He hides behind your brother in a body-bag
He hides beneath the covers, yeah cause while he sleeps
He's counting up the bodies like he's counting sheep! He goes

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-thousand more!
(Who's keepin' score?)

Come on, come on and give us blood & money
Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound
Bow down before the land of milk and honey
While we burn our bridges, burn our bridges to the ground

Blood & Money
Blood & Money
Blood & Money make the world go 'round

Blood & Money
Blood & Money
Blood & Money make the world

Go 'round and 'round
Go 'round and 'round
Go 'round and