Lyrics
Are there gonna be
Cemeteries
A hundred years from now
Can someone tell me how
We won't resist the urge to turn it into property, property
Money makin' property
Woah, property is all he'll see in those fields of green
Oh the dead won't care
They'll just be lying there
Hangin' out
Just growin' hair
They gotta know we're runnin' out of space
to live up here
Put a high rise up and they would be a fool
if they didn't see it with a swimming pool
7 stories and 7 below for the parking lot
They could put a coffee shop on the first floor
Property, property
Money makin' property
Woah, property is all he'll see in those fields of green
They buried those bodies with the best intent, yes they did
But those boxes could be turned into rent, and you know that they will
We don't blame 'em everything changes
We did it to the native americans
We don't blame 'em everything changes
All you can do is keep on livin'
Keep on livin'
Keep on livin'
In property
Property
Mm that property
Woah, property is all they'll see in those fields of green
Oh yeah the fields of green
Oh yeah
Oh yeah