Strings

Let's tear down these old fashioned walls

These graphs and numbers just don't seem to add all

Let's increase the tax and rent

It's what separates alive from dead

Money tells me what to say

Money tells me what to do

I can't live without it

I'm a puppet just like you

Cut the strings and cut the cord

Drown the hand that barely feeds

Live your life on scraps, unless we all give into greed

Beware the tax man when he comes

They melt my wings for flying too close to the sun

I pay my dues with sweat and blood

I lose myself when I get caught up in the flood

Money tells me what to say

Money tells me what to do

I can't live without it

I'm a puppet just like you

Seal the cracks with alibis

Crooked smile, tie and suit

Live your life in comfort

Sell the soul for a better you