From the ground where we come
To the last beat like a drum
We live with just one goal
We only want to fill up our bowl
A simple idea though it seems
It can only be done in our dreams
The dreams that those live
Have abundance and plenty to give
Even to give may seem like the thrill
Into our heads this idea they drill
That possessions are the one true way
For us to say that we've gone the right way
You must have this and you must have that they urge
Without possessions your happiness will not surge
There's another way to say we've trailed the path to happiness fulfilled
Not all live that way but still display that happiness hasn't been killed
They insist that you know not of joy
Unless you have more than just one toy
"Don't be shrill you speakers of hate,
For this dream is surely your fate."
"All you must do is follow the money
And these sores will be gone just like tea with some honey."
No longer I listen for I know they will fall
These are surely so dumb just like a drunk call
Just look at this boy with smiles so wide
Owns nothing but calls himself happy inside
"The secret I'll share with all," he said
"Drop all your possessions and bow down your head."
"Don't hear this boy he's out of his mind."
"With gold and great diamonds it's happiness combined."
"Don't listen to them come climb up this mountain.”
It's better to know He than to install that fountain."
"For greater the good we find in this faith
Than objects to end you like Henry the Eighth."
"No houses, no outlets, no clothes, no cars,
For nothing is lasting like God and the stars."
"This smile endures without your possessions,
I just go to God and reveal my confessions."