Welcome to the dawning of a dark, dark age Where deception and dishonesty is all the rage The Man controls the media, your eyes and your ears With music made by mother fuckin' mouseketeers! Now once upon a time you had a beautiful dream Well, wake up! You're just a product of the war-machine You call yourself a pacifist? You're just another punk The rich are getting richer, so let's all get drunk and Sing with the masses, sing with the masses Come on, come on and give us blood & money Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound Bow down before the land of milk and honey While we burn your people, burn your people to the ground ♪ Come and watch the death of the American dream Now the red, white, and blue is the red, gold, and green The man controls the money, and he starts a war But fight it? No, that's what the working-class is for! So he hides behind a bible, and he hides behind a flag He hides behind your brother in a body-bag He hides beneath the covers, yeah cause while he sleeps He's counting up the bodies like he's counting sheep! He goes One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-thousand more! (Who's keepin' score?) Come on, come on and give us blood & money Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound Bow down before the land of milk and honey While we burn our bridges, burn our bridges to the ground ♪ Blood & Money Blood & Money Blood & Money make the world go 'round Blood & Money Blood & Money Blood & Money make the world Go 'round and 'round Go 'round and 'round Go 'round and