prices prices money the dollar
you need cash just to call her
devoid of soul and stand in line
punch the clock and make the wine
the rich the rich all that matters
the one percent make us scatter
digital lives in a money machine
ATMs count the beans
one to ten the survey demands
the wild frontier has been canned
horseback memories burned at the stake
worked to death to get the cake
blubbering minds sugary sweet
following rules or get beat
calendar days year after year
see the rich man drinking your beer
bank accounts numbered for you
fill them up till they turn blue
money money prices higher
shed our names to become the buyer
prices prices money the dollar
frozen hands tighten the collar
social security numbers all
workers toil to build that wall
blues and yellows red and green
milk the cow to sell the cream
days and lives valued with a number
cold of winter ate the summer