I think its only fair to say

We'd welcome riches down our way

No stigma knotted in my hair

I want to be a millionaire.

Nevertheless I must insist

A thought is spared for those who missed

The handouts when it came to wealth

To education and good health.

The time has come now all can see

As seeing this is killing me

Our future victim to command

Together we can lend a hand.

So don't blame me for wanting more

The facts are too hard too ignore

I'm scared to death of poverty

I only want whats best for me.

But even so I'm holding on

I think the world can live as one

If only credence took the lead

The world would see a world to feed.

An endless sea of blood that's spilt

Enough to sail an ark of guilt

And when we lend our helping hand

We'll have our green and pleasant land.