The love of money is the root of all evil
It leads a man to do unspeakable things
You can't love money more than you love people
Or you'll be living in a land where freedom no longer rings
They send a man to war because there's money to be made
And you can bet that every war has been provoked
They want you to believe they're protecting your freedom
They lie to you just to keep you stoked.
They justify their wars by calling dead soldiers heroes
In truth they're just victims of lousy circumstance
Coffins draped in flags make me sick to stomach
Poor bastards never even had a fighting chance
World events seem just like Hollywood movies
We should be fearing our government even more than the mob.
Everything's a cover-up, a scam and a scandal
Every tragedy appears to be an inside job...