Money Man from Renaissance by Ministers of Anger

Money Man



Filled with only empty space, is their room for his kind?

Here stands an ignorant face, is this peace in our time?

Heroes speaking nothing, leaves the world pleading for more

Twisting these undecided minds, your life is crime, begging from the poor



Who will we believe in, Who are we to be?

Running from time, every confused step he takes is out of line



(chorus)

And all this plastic money, dealt from holy laundered hands

Hired pain to repair as the smell of death fills the air

And all the people gather, see the money man get fatter

Liars biggots and thieves come forward as we fill the streets

Fill your mind! can you feel the need?



Winds of change bring forth sins of demand

Propaganda becomes law of the land



Pounding the walls, surrounding your stolen success

Winding the coils of machine-made-man as the glory of life lays to rest



Greed fills these crowded halls, the guilty stand accused, and fall

Reflections of our past repeat, come forward as we fill the streets



(chorus)



Winds of supply bring forth sins of demand

Propaganda becomes law of the land



(c) 1988 David Judson Clemmons

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