Oh great mammon of form and function      Careless consumerist consumption      Dangerous dysfunction      Described as expensive taste      I’m a people disgraced      By what I claim I need      And what I want to waste      I take no account for nothing      If it’s not mine      It’s a misappropriation of funds      Protect my ninety percent with my guns      Whose side am I on?      Well who’s winning?      My kingdom’s built with the blood of slaves      Orphans, widows, and homeless graves      I sold their souls just to build my private mansion      Some people say that my time is coming      Kingdom come is the justice running      Down, down, down on me      I’m a poor child, I’m a lost son      I refuse to give my love to anyone,      Fight for the truth,      Or help the weaker ones      Because I love my Babylon      I am a slave, I was never free      I betrayed you for blood money      Oh I bought the world, all is vanity      Oh my Lord I’m your enemy      Come to me, and find your life      Children sing, Zion’s in sight      I said don’t trade your name for a serial number      Priceless lives were born from under graves      Where I found you      Say, my name ain’t yours and yours is not mine      Mine is the Lord, and yours is my child      That’s how it’s always been      Time to make a change      Leave your home      Give to the poor all that you own      Lose your life, so that you could find it      First will be last when the true world comes      Livin’ like a humble fool to overcome      The upside-down wisdom      Of a dying world      Zion’s not built with hands      And in this place God will dwell with man      Sick be healed and cripples stand      Sing Allelu      My kingdom’s built with the blood of my son      Selfless sacrifice for everyone      Faith, hope, love, and harmony      I said let this world know me by your love      By your love      Oh my child, daughters and sons      I made you in love to overcome      Free as a bird, my flowers in the sun      On your way to Mount Zion      All you slaves, be set free      Come on out child and come on home to me      We will dance, we will rejoice      If you can hear me then follow my voice