You've Got Your Money, I've Got My Soul

I am just a poor boy hunting mushrooms in a forest,
Pick them for a man who gives me a £45 pound promise,
It's better than an office it pays more than the dole.

Planet Earth is prison while the devil walks the green lands,
Lock and key still missing, see them resting in his red hands.
He's a killer of the free man, he wants you bought and sold.

Breaking the mould, so my blood don't run so cold,
You keep your money, i will keep my soul.

Looking for the answer man i'm hunting for the cure,
Fellow men keep dying even christ don't know what for.
Business men malicious when, the devil pays out more.

Breaking the mould, so my blood don't run so cold,
You keep your money, i will keep my soul.
Give me peace to ease me mind, give me strengh to keep alive.
Keep your money.

God is calling, planet Earth is falling,
Without warning you could see the end.
Lock around you, look at what surrounds you.
God is calling, listen to your heart.
Listen.

Keep your soul