Put your hands high it’s a stick up for your dreams in the land of America aint nothing what it seems
Say we founded on religion but expanded on the greed I guess the only thing we worship is the only thing we need
keep your hands high bow to your king it’s the almighty dollar and you prayin for the rain
Like open up the heavens cause we need more stuff just to buy more stuff because we’ll never have enough
And everything’s for sale from forgiveness to love, a better education and a future for your son
There is no limitation on desire of the heart we will lie kill and steal even start an other war
In the name of religion hiding behind the free we pray to the god that put the chains on your feet
And your faith only increases with the interest on your debt so you work a little harder as a way to repent and then you just…
we dreaming for a better day the day we get to see your face my god
Strapped beneath the rubber band you put this song in my heart and I sing your praise
So i close my eyes and we say a little prayer to the Franklin in the sky saying how I need you near
I’ve taken you for granted used your name in vain and right now I need your touch to come and take away the pain
The bank is the church the teller is the deacon and I take a lot of notes when the loan officer is preaching
Giving more than ten percent when i sign the dotted line it’s the joy that you feel when you recommit your life
Living just to work working just to live day after day giving everything I get yet I cant seem to shake all the thoughts in my head
Like god are you here staring at my daily bread holding god in the palm of my hand are you dead
But I know that he’s is alive I can feel it in my wallet I see him all around like I was called to be a prophet
profit off of misery profit off of pain profit off the hopes of an other mans dream
we dreaming for a better day the day we get to see your face my god
Strapped beneath the rubber band you put this song in my heart and I sing your praise