Businessman is waiting for the money train to come
He cannot see the poverty and the impotence of some
The government allows it to go on for another day
He never hears any complaints
Yes, money makes the world go round, a sad and true cliché
And if you haven't got any, well, I guess you'll have to stay
Behind the rest with a gap so wide you'll never pass over
Despondent with a sense of closure
The system's rotten, has forgotten everything it said
Now it's time, watch 'em die
Can't you see we're all like them?
Civilized we call ourselves, so why do we act blind?
This new world is aging, dementia in its mind
Society has built protected circles for the strong
The poor are always wrong
Some elected, others neglected
We'll make history
Can't we stand hand in hand?
Bleeding red just like them
We are all like them