I love
corporations
corporations own my soul
I believe
in corporations
across the nation, profits grow

they’re in control
they’re in control
they’re in control, control, control

I will need
corporations
help me pay my loans and bills
and I’ll rely
on corporations
for health insurance, drugs and pills

they’re in control
they’re in control
they’re in control, control, control

I will serve
the corporations
even when I say I won’t
I have a dream
I want a good life
2.5 kids and a country home

they’re in control
they’re in control
they’re in control, control, control

Where would we be
without big oil
or copyrights or drm?
Where would we be
without free markets?
Without freedom who would win?

they’re in control
they’re in control
they’re in control, control, control

they’re in control
they’re in control
they’re in control, control, control

we’ll make money
selling paper
to the federal reserve

printing pictures
on the paper
to show the purpose that they serve

we’ll get paper
from the bankers
with pretty pictures back again

put the numbers
in computers
to remember where we stand

there’s no love in this world
only people using people
grab yourself a girl
let your pirate flag unfurl

there’s no love in this world
only people using people
take what you can get
you can drown yourself in debt

there are two kinds
of people
fools and those who understand

we created
this illusion
to control the working man

make him struggle
his whole life
never let him see the plan

debt as money
is freedom
for the invisible hand

there’s no love in this world
only people using people
grab yourself a girl
let your pirate flag unfurl

there’s no love in this world
only people using people
take what you can get
you can drown yourself in debt

we’ll make money
selling paper
to the federal reserve

printing pictures
on the paper
to show the purpose that they serve

I love Jesus and I respect Jesus but I won’t play Jesus again
I still love you
heaven hangs above you
no one knows better than him

who wants to play Jesus
who wants to know what life’s about
who wants the kingdom and
pieces of Jesus in your mouth
voice from the mountain
telling us all how we should live
who wants to save you
who knows we have so much more to give

I found Jesus the moment he freed us so I don’t need to find him again
I still love you
heaven hangs above you
no one knows better than him

who wants to play Jesus
who wants to know what life’s about
who wants the kingdom and
pieces of Jesus in your mouth
voice from the mountain
telling us all how we should live
who wants to save you
who knows we have so much more to give

who wants to play Jesus
who wants to join him on the cross
who wants the kingdom
who saved us all and paid the cost
voice from the mountain
telling the world how we should sin
who wants to save you
who knows the only way to win

who wants to play Jesus
who wants to play Jesus
who wants to play Jesus
who wants to play Jesus
who wants to play
play

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Abrahama, he can walk on air
some days he can fly
campaigning, he goes everywhere
in the sea and the sky

from the heartland to big city streets
oh the people, they cry
Abrahama save us from despair
we need change or we’ll die

Abrahama Obama
one day we’ll be free
Abrahama Obama
we are the change we need

We want a grown-up president
who won’t act like a child
We don’t need any more bad dreams
or CEOs gone wild

election time is here again
vote hope over fear
let’s make Obama president
for a better four years

Abrahama Obama
one day we’ll be free
Abrahama Obama
we are the change we need
we are the change we need

hey god
i went to church today
i’ve never asked for anything before

you know
you know
you know
numbers

come on
i’m just a working man
you could help me change my life

i know
i don’t deserve it
but if I could I’d play your numbers twice

you know
you know
you know
numbers

(Bridge)

you know
you know
you know
let me know

let me know
the numbers
those mean old
numbers

reaching old yellow island
should i stop or should i go
the light tells me it’s ok
but I never really know

old yellow
here’s to old yellow
pray for old yellow
let’s save old yellow

yellow traffic dummy
we all must swerve around
if you weren’t made of concrete
i’d lift you off the ground

you are a revelation
an old friend to be saved
reading traffic dummy
relic of golden days

old yellow
here’s to old yellow
pray for old yellow
let’s save old yellow

let’s save old yellow
let’s save old yellow
let’s save old yellow

money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don’t mean anything

oh you sad reporter, you’re not in command
you can’t be a team player in a one-man band
people have busy lives and get news when they can
you need to show them how to understand

money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don’t mean anything

oh poor, sad reporter, when you have control
i know you’ll make a difference and redeem your soul
’till then you’ll write your stories from a cubicle
go back to work and repeat what you’re told

money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don’t mean anything