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