Green Forces

Here comes happiness and here comes joy
In the form of a brand new toy, that’s gone in a week or maybe two
Replaced by something shiny and new
Here comes tyranny, here comes greed
Here comes everything that we don’t need, to survive to get by through a lie
But no one seems to care to share oh who dare?

So why am I counting on green forces
Why am I stitching up my hem?
This colored paper, never belonged to me
It belongs to the printer who’s renting it out at a fee

Ragged tooth creature from the deep is taken for its fin and not for its meat
And it seems to me that man's main desire
 is to watch everything burn down in the fires
of capital gain that still remains the only reason left to live
there’s no karma no single incentive left to give

So why am I counting on green forces
Why am I stitching up my hem?
This colored paper, never belonged to me
It belongs to the printer who is renting it out at a fee

For what we’ve lost we’d have paid the cost and soon we’ll have nothing left,
As we’re playing with the credit cards we’re playing with glass shards of debt
While this world has enough to sustain every man's need,
it can never cope with a few men’s greed