Texty: Animal Mother. No Rules. Civil Society.

Here it comes, there it goes, now gone for good
In the door, back out, now the door's been shut
Something new walks in, feeds upon your lust
Not time left for concerns on wants you have forgot

The brass ring being held for your eager eye
Is a fad, a trend, a trap for your money
Though at times it is hard to choose between
What you think you want, and what you really need

(Chorus #1)
All I see is green
The color of greed
Along with envy, in me
Gears in a spending machine

Industry unchecked equals boom and bust
Federal reserve board made to adjust
Even with Sherman act-it's not enough
To break the cartel and to bust the trust

(Chorus #2)
Don't give a damn for us
Can't check material lust
Got their mattress stuffed
On the backs of us

This snare of corporate greed
Making useful things obsolete
Behind closed doors they meet
To take money from you and me

Here it comes, there it goes, now gone for good
In the door, back out, now the door is shut
Something new walks in, feed upon your lust
No time left for concerns on wants you have forgot

Money fulfills our needs
Primes the economy
In the 1930's, consumerism made us

Spend and spend for liberty
This is what we call equality
Unending lust for property
We now call it civil society