Paper Songtext
von Tree

Little pieces of colored paper
Feel its grip and its will escape you
Kneel before the greed that′s gonna rape ya
Come collect for the undertaker
Little pieces of colored paper
Value more than its very maker
It is your god
It is your king
It puts a price on everything
What's the color of your collar?
When you steal from the almighty dollar
The color of money is the color of greed
That is a shade of green I do not need
It is your god
It is your king It puts a price on everything
It breaks men′s hearts, poisons their souls
They make the money but it's in control
You face the facts and you know that it's true
It′s got more of a right to exist than you do
Put a price on your life
Put a price on your life
Put a price on your life
Put a price on your life
My pockets are empty but my heart is full
And I don′t need money to give my life value
You can buy the land but you can't buy the sky
There′s still things in this world that your money can't buy
These dreams are free