Oh great mammon of form and functionnnCareless consumerist consumptionnnDangerous dysfunctionnnDescribed as expensive tastennI’m a people disgracednnBy what I claim I neednnAnd what I want to wastennI take no account for nothingnnIf it’s not minennIt’s a misappropriation of fundsnnProtect my ninety percent with my gunsnnWhose side am I on?nnWell who’s winning?nnMy kingdom’s built with the blood of slavesnnOrphans, widows, and homeless gravesnnI sold their souls just to build my private mansionnnSome people say that my time is comingnnKingdom come is the justice runningnnDown, down, down on mennI’m a poor child, I’m a lost sonnnI refuse to give my love to anyone,nnFight for the truth,nnOr help the weaker onesnnBecause I love my BabylonnnI am a slave, I was never freennI betrayed you for blood moneynnOh I bought the world, all is vanitynnOh my Lord I’m your enemynnCome to me, and find your lifennChildren sing, Zion’s in sightnnI said don’t trade your name for a serial numbernnPriceless lives were born from under gravesnnWhere I found younnSay, my name ain’t yours and yours is not minennMine is the Lord, and yours is my childnnThat’s how it’s always beennnTime to make a changennLeave your homennGive to the poor all that you ownnnLose your life, so that you could find itnnFirst will be last when the true world comesnnLivin’ like a humble fool to overcomennThe upside-down wisdomnnOf a dying worldnnZion’s not built with handsnnAnd in this place God will dwell with mannnSick be healed and cripples standnnSing AllelunnMy kingdom’s built with the blood of my sonnnSelfless sacrifice for everyonennFaith, hope, love, and harmonynnI said let this world know me by your lovennBy your lovennOh my child, daughters and sonsnnI made you in love to overcomennFree as a bird, my flowers in the sunnnOn your way to Mount ZionnnAll you slaves, be set freennCome on out child and come on home to mennWe will dance, we will rejoicennIf you can hear me then follow my voice