Текст песни Paper Gods - Sunny Jones

On your job
You go to work & you slave all day
The corporation′s got millions in the bank
But a very small fraction's what you make
And you compete to be the top dollar getter on the rise
Screwing all that′s in your path as you climb
To get that office with the chair that reclines
Next time you see her won't you keep this in mind

When money's gotta hold on you
Whether the block or the conference room
You can be a prostitute
You can be a prostitute too
When money′s gotta hold on you
Whether it′s pimp or a business suit
You can be a prostitute
You can be a prostitute too

Some are even victims by religion
'Cause every preacher ain′t in it for the topic
You got some that are filling up their pockets
With your offerings I guess that's why they call ′em prophets
And some of us forfeit half our salaries
Praying to God that we might win the lottery
We're so addicted to this money hungry system
We sacrifice intelligence just to gain interest

You work hard like everyday making someone else′s bank
But what you get is pocket change
Isn't that a shame
She provides & entertains for the currency exchange
For what she does we call her names
But isn't that the same

When money′s gotta hold on you
Whether the block or the conference room
You can be a prostitute
You can be a prostitute too
When money′s gotta hold on you
Whether it's pimp or a business suit
You can be a prostitute
You can be a prostitute too

If you′re a prostitute & you proud
Wave your wallets 'round & say this out loud
I pray to the paper gods
I pray to the paper gods

When money′s gotta hold on you
Whether the block or the conference room
You can be a prostitute
You can be a prostitute too
When money's gotta hold on you
Whether it′s pimp or a business suit
You can be a prostitute
You can be a prostitute too

If you're a prostitute & you proud
Wave your wallets 'round & say this out loud
I pray to the paper gods
I pray to the paper gods

If you′re a prostitute & you proud
Wave your wallets ′round & say this out loud
I pray to the paper gods
I pray to the paper gods

If you're a prostitute & you proud
Wave your wallets ′round & say this out loud
I pray to the paper gods
I pray to the paper gods