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Big money goes around the worldBig money undergroundBig money got a mighty voiceBig money make no sound Big money pull a million stringsBig money hold the prizeBig money weave a mighty webBig money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people aroundSometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plugIt’s the power and the gloryIt’s a war in paradiseIt’s a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the worldBig money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruiseBig money make a million dreamsBig money spin big dealsBig money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towersSometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway -Lock you undergroundIt’s that old-time religionIt’s the kingdom they would ruleIt’s the fool on television Getting paid to play the foolIt’s the power and the gloryIt’s a war in paradiseIt’s a cinderella story On a tumble of the diceBig money goes around the worldBig money give and take Big money done a power of goodBig money make mistakesBig money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul…

All that we can do is just surviveAll that we can do to help ourselvesIs stay alive…Ragged lines of ragged greySkeletons, they shuffle awayShouting guards and smoking gunsWill cut down the unlucky onesI clutch the wire fenceUntil my fingers bleedA wound that will not heal-A heart that cannot feel-Hoping that the horror will recedeHoping that tomorrow-We’ll all be freedSickness to insanityPrayer to profanityDays and weeks and months go byDon’t feel the hunger-too weak to cryI hear the sound of gunfireAt the prison gateAre the liberators here-Do I hope or do I fear?For my father and my brother-it’s too lateBut I must help my motherStand up straight…Are we the last ones left alive?Are we the only human beingsTo survive?…

Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foeA wondrous dream came into beingTame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chasteAll shining eyes, but never seeingBeneath the noble birdBetween the proudest wordsBehind the beauty, cracks appearOnce with heads held highThey sang out to the skyWhy do their shadows bow in fear?Watch the cities riseAnother ship arrivesEarth’s melting pot and ever growingFantastic dreams come trueInventing something newThe greatest minds, and never knowingBeneath the noble birdBetween the proudest wordsBehind the beauty, cracks appearOnce with heads held highThey sang out to the skyWhy do their shadows bow in fear?The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished nowThe principles have been betrayedThe dreams’s gone stale, but still, let hope prevailHistory’s debt won’t be repaidBeneath the noble birdBetween the proudest wordsBehind the beauty, cracks appearOnce with heads held highThey sang out to the skyWhy do their shadows bow in fear?