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