Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha!
Welcome to the dawning of a dark, dark age,
where deception and dishonesty are 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,
Or we'll burn your people, burn your people to the ground.
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha!
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,
And he hides behind your brother in a body-bag.
He hides behind 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.
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha! (Yeah-yeah!)
Ah-ha-ha!
Blood & Money, Blood & Money, Blood & Money make the world go round.
