We built this house on love and trust
on something more than bricks and dust
now we're running down the clock
waiting for the aftershock
We started out with things to do
hopes and dreams to pull us through
now everything is called to doubt
not much left to dream about
Black money breathes black money crawls
black money lives inside these walls
It's never really if so much as when
the greed that chills the empty hearts of men
to sate a rich man's vanity they're laying waste to history
the thieves have entered Babylon again
Black money breathes black money crawls
black money lives inside these walls
The politicians tell us how
it's time to milk the sacred cow
they drop their bombs where children play
then say it has to be that way
Black money breathes black money crawls
black money lives inside these walls