Streets echo the last retreat
Dust falls to the ground
A mother cries help

While walking in paradise
Look around and you'll see
We're stripping it bare
Soon there'll be no place to turn

Who plays the hand of fools
With who's God given right
It's out of control
Don't it show

While profit oils the big machine
And we're short changed the facts
Where does it stop
The lifeblood is slipping away everyday

Who plays the hand of fools
With who's God given right
It's out of control
It's out of control

Who plays the hand of fools
In worn torn and savage place
It's out of control
And it chills to the bone