I think it's only fair to say 
We`d [bad word] riches down our way 
No stigma knotted in my hair 
I want to be a millionaire

Nevertheless I must insist 
thought is spared for those who missed 
The handouts when it came to wealth 
To education and good health

The time [bad word] now all can see 
As seeing this is killing me 
Our future victim [bad word] 
Together we can lend a hand

 [bad word] 
So don`t blame me for wanting more 
The facts are too hard too ingnore 
I`m scared to death of poverty 
I only want what's best for me

But even so i`m holding on 
I think the world can live as one 
If only credence took the lead 
The world would see a world to feed

An endless sea of blood that`s spilt 
Enough to sail an ark of guilt 
And when we lend our helping hand 
We`ll have our green and pleasant land