Money - Choking Victim

I am sick and tired and my money's always spent

And though their jobs are killing me

Thier money pays my rent

The fuel of world hate

Although it's just a seed

But when it grows and flowers

It becomes the world's greed

Money for the rich

Money for the fed

God supplies the money and God supplies the dead

And when yer dead and ready

Exploited be thy name

'Cause after you have money

Things are never quite the same

I don't care for money

And money's not for me

The money fueled this empire

And our racist history

Although I'm forced to use it

The rules have all been set

But life is not worth living

When yer soul is in debt

Money for the rich

Money for the fed

God supplies the money

And God supplies the dead

And when yer dead and ready

Exploited be thy name

After you have money things are never quite the same

Never tried

Money kills

Money kills

Money rapes

Money lies

Money hates