Paper Hills

Old men sitting behind desks

Signing checks

Gold

Cold metal piled in a heap

They trade a life for a dime

Doing time

Waiting for the sky to fall

Waiting for the bugle call

Big brass buttons on a suit

Taking loot

Heavy boots on a dirt road

Carrying the load

Rich man gets a brand new yacht

The poor boy gets a desert plot

I see it

I feel it

I fear it

Chorus

But the money keeps moving

Yeah the money keeps moving

It flows like a river of blood through the bank

While we're out here filling the tank

Money keeps moving

Money keeps moving

Post-Chorus

Moving on

Moving on

Gone gone gone

Verse 2

Black ink

Drying on a map

Snap

The trap is shut

One man pulls a silver string

The puppet starts to sing

Bullets are the currency now

Sweat on the brow

Feeding the machine

Keeping it clean

They sell the fear

They buy the year

Greed is a hungry ghost

A bitter host

A hollow boast

I see it

I feel it

I fear it

Chorus

But the money keeps moving

Yeah the money keeps moving

It flows like a river of blood through the bank

While we're out here filling the tank

Money keeps moving

Money keeps moving

Post-Chorus

Moving on

Moving on

Gone gone gone

Bridge

Power is a poison pill

Climbing up a paper hill

Control the air

Control the prayer

Control the way we live and die

Underneath a smoke-filled sky

Chorus

But the money keeps moving

Yeah the money keeps moving

It flows like a river of blood through the bank

While we're out here filling the tank

Money keeps moving

Money keeps moving

Post-Chorus

Moving on

Moving on

Gone gone gone

Outro

Just another dollar

Just another hollow holler

Watching the gold turn to rust

Leaving us all in the dust