[Intro]

Ah!

Oh!

[Verse 1]

Are there gonna be, cemeteries

A hundred years from now?

Can someone tell me how

We won't resist the urge to turn it into property?

[Refrain]

Property, money-makin' property

Whoa-oh-oh, property is all they'll see in those fields of green

[Verse 2]

Oh, the dead won't care

They'll just be lyin' there

Hangin' out, just growin' hair

They gotta know we're runnin' out of space to live up here

[Verse 3]

Put a high-rise up and they would be a fool

If they didn't see it with a swimming pool

Seven stories and seven below for a parking lot

They could put a coffee shop on their first floor

[Refrain]

Property, property, money-makin' property

Whoa-oh-oh, property is all they'll see in those fields of green

[Bridge]

They buried those bodies with the best intent

Yes they did

But those boxes could be turned into rent

And you know they will

Don't blame 'em, everything changes

We did it to the Native Americans

Don't blame 'em, everything changes

All you can do is a-keep on livin'

A-keep on livin', keep on livin'

[Outro]

In property, property, mmm, that property

Whoa, property is all they'll see in those fields of green

Oh yeah, the fields of green

Oh yea-yeah

Oh yeah