Lyrics

working hard
see my fingers bleeding
pocket filling preachers
and all their greedy needing

waste of time
we could all be climbing
onto higher ground

digging deeper
drowning in the well
it's the wrong direction
ain't heaven it's hell

all this wasted time
when we all could be climbing
onto higher ground

there's a sea of hands out there
waiting for something
there's a sea of hands out there
something for nothing
can the world be saved
from itself?