Paper Lyrics - Trees

Little pieces of colored paper 

Feel its grip and its will to shape ya 

Kneel before the greed 

that's gonna rape ya 

Call collect to the undertaker 

little pieces of colored paper 

valued more than its very maker 

It is your god 

It is your king 

It puts a price on everything 

Watch the color of our collar 

when you steal the almighty dollar 

The color of money is the color of greed 

That is a shade of green I do not need 

It plagues men's hearts 

poisons their souls 

They make the money 

but its in control 

You face the facts 

then you'd know that its true 

its got more of a right to exist than you do 

Put a price on your life 

My pockets are empty 

but my heart is full 

and I don't need money 

to give my life value 

You can buy the land 

but you can't buy the Sky 

There are some things in this world 

that your money can't buy 

THESE DREAMS ARE FREE