And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and of acquiring
Is for the soul a firing squad firing
The soul is searching; the mind is plotting
One is forever the other's rotting
Life is a mixture of two sides vying:
One is the eternal and the other is dying
The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and of acquiring
Is for the soul a firing soul firing
The soul enlightened can see things clearly
It loves all people and things sincerely
But the stingy someone with love for no one
Hasn't any wisdom or concern for anyone.
The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and of acquiring
Is for the soul a firing soul firing
The broken people, the hungry people
Aren't needing sermons or a steeple
This world is hungry its soul is dying
Its needing kindness there is no denying
The love of money can blur our vision
And put our senses out of commission
The love of money and of acquiring
Is for the soul a firing soul firing
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