Текст песни tree - Paper
tree - Paper слова песни
Little pieces of colored paper Feel its grip and its will to shape ya Kneel before the greed that`s gonna rape ya Call collect to the undertaker little pieces of colored paper valued more than its very maker It is your god It is your king It puts a price on everything Watch the color of our collar when you steal the almighty dollar The color of money is the color of greed That is a shade of green I do not need It plagues men`s hearts poisons their souls They make the money but its in control You face the facts then you`d know that its true its got more of a right to exist than you do 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 are some things in this world that your money can`t buy THESE DREAMS ARE FREE