They Value Your Worth

Money speaks every language or so 'twould appear
And some sell their souls for the price of a beer
And principles to them are for to be sold
They value your worth by the weight of your gold,
Their egos are big and their auras are small
In fact some of them do not have an aura at all
They like to show off in their brand new car
And tell the whole World of how marvellous they are,
They always compete with the Joneses next door
And enough for them is not enough they always want more
In their concrete back yards flowers in flower pots are grown
And they look on Nature as something that they can own,
They value your worth in the weight of your gold
And for material things their souls they have sold.