Amor por dinero
Se que lo quieres
Yo se que lo quieres
Todos lo quieren
Todos lo desean
¿Cuantas personas fingen amor solo por dinero?
¿Cuantas revistan van a publicar, notas sin fondo por dinero?
Se que lo quieres
Yo se que lo quieres
Todos lo quieren, si-
¿Cuántas personas se quedan atrás?
¿Y cuantos otros ruegan por pan?
Muchos que tienen no quieren ayudar
Y es nuestro juego
Todo es con dinero
Es deseo
Deseo
Amor X dinero
Vivir por dinero sin descansar
Aunque trabajo, siento que no alcanzo
Aunque me canso, siento que me caigo
1862 in the valley of death
A beast was born called the IRS
No matter the color, race or creed,
Unification for a "holy" need.
Day to day slaves for the dollar,
We fight, we still, even Kill our brothers
The hunger grows, so to the greed, step back a little and set it free
Es deseo
Deseo
Amor X dinero
Vivir por dinero sin vivir de verdad
¿No parece broma?
¿No parece broma que vivamos siempre pensando en el $?
¿No parece broma?
¿No parece broma que vivamos siempre pensando en el $?
unger, hunger, hunger…
Love for Money
I know you want it
I know you want it
Everyone wants it
Everyone desires it
How many people fake love just for money?
How many magazines will publish shallow stories for cash?
I know you want it
I know you want it
Everyone wants it, yeah-
How many people get left behind?
And how many others beg for bread?
Many who have don’t want to help
And it’s our game
Everything’s about money
It’s desire
Desire
Love for money
Living for money without rest
Even though I work, I feel like I can’t catch up
Even when I’m tired, I feel like I’m falling
1862 in the valley of death
A beast was born called the IRS
No matter the color, race, or creed,
Unity for a "holy" need.
Day to day, slaves for the dollar,
We fight, we still, even kill our brothers
The hunger grows, so to the greed, step back a little and set it free
It’s desire
Desire
Love for money
Living for money without really living
Doesn’t it seem like a joke?
Doesn’t it seem like a joke that we always think about the $?
Doesn’t it seem like a joke?
Doesn’t it seem like a joke that we always think about the $?
Hunger, hunger, hunger…