"American Coda"

We got mountains of diamonds
And freight trains of gold
But I’m afraid we’ve been out-gunned
We signed away our soul
To the twin demons
Of greediness and ease
We like to think that we’re free men
But we’re slaves to our disease

How much is mine?
How much is yours?
If I got the most
I got what I deserve
Money’s the ultimate religion
Salvation right on earth
Devote your life to the alter
Of comparative net worth

Men waste their lives
Amassing pain
It turns a profit
But yields no gain

At the end of the day
You’re planted in the dirt
And you become what you were
Not what you were worth

Lyrics (c) 2001 by Pink Bob

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Last update: November 23, 2003