World of Paper: The Looong Green
I like the green
But I’m a mess
The way I talk
The way I dress
Makin’ bread is what they respect
Not me but the size of the check
Keep pushin for what they expect
In this lifetime the dreams a wreck
If that’s the standard of success
We will learn live for so much less
In your world
I want to be
In your world
I want to be
You say you cannot seem to find your way
Same ole’ shit just another day
Dreams of things never seem to stay
I guess as long as the paper’s made
That’s alright we’ll have to find a way
Sit back and have a laugh one day
At this world that the paper made
And in it how much time we gave
We’ve given all we got
To live like who we’re not
For the loooong green
We’ve taken all you got
To work around the clock
For the looong green
We do just what you say
And act like we obey
For the loooong green
We have faith that in the end
Music will be the stem
For the looong green
