Capitalism

No, it's not about the soul
Oh, it's all about the money
Oh, you can't hold on to that
No, you'll never be the best

Well they say:
You need to get a job
You're gonna make your life
They say you'll be happy

But what are you looking for?
When you opened the door
You seemed so unhappy

No, it's not about the soul
Oh, it's all about the money
Oh, you can't hold on to that
No, you'll never be the best

And you act like a bitch
Telling that you're rich
Well you don't know
That when you get old
And lose your gold
They all will go

No, it's not about the soul
Oh, it's all about the money
Oh, you can't hold on to that
No, you'll never be the best

And they may say
You waste all your life, you act like you're high
Oh, please don't care

Cause when you get there
They'll all be there
Under the ground

With all their money
Flying on the skies
They once ignored

Buried underground
The garden they spit in
Buried underground
Buried underground.