Strange times we′re living in

World can put fear in ya

Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferiorGreed runs through the parliament interior

Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria

Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men

When we're clearly living in dictatorships

Nearly blinded by illusions to choose

But who′s fooling who?

A ball chained to your shoes

I'm pained, it's a crying shame

The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame

That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn

As the world turns, the whole world burns

Money was invented for trade

But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves

Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer

His finger on the trigger of a money game

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm, it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poison in the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It′s easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We′re all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old

Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone′s a resident

Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate

When they make us believe that everybody

Is coming to terrorise you in the streets

They say proudly through gritted teeth

"It's my right to hate, that′s freedom of speech!"

When did freedom become a reason to hate?

A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make

There's an irony in freedom, because us in the west

We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages

Colonised all of the rest, that′s called hypocrisy

Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves

If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second

Still, you spit your venom, demonising immigrants

When really, you′re an immigrant

′Cause all of us are immigrants

Or descended from immigrants

The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants

America was colonised by Britain

Britain, it was colonised by Rome

Also, colonised by the Saxons

They were German, by the way

You know how people throw shade upon the Germans

′Cause of history's pain

And yet we make the same mistakes all again

Demonise a whole people, Jewish or Muslim the same and the same

Old situations play on repeat

The same old TV shows repeat

Yeah, we worship the bleak

Our opinions aren′t our own and we follow like sheep

There's no left, there′s no right

In the middle we sleep

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm, it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poison in the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old money game