(Verse 1)
Cold hard metal and a paper stack
The weight that’s pushing on your back
It builds the towers, it paves the street
It brings the world down to its feet
A golden key for every door
The more you have, you thirst for more
It buys the silence, it buys the time
It turns a mountain to a climb
(Chorus)
Oh, the power of the dollar, the grip of the gold
A story that’s silver, a tale that’s been told
It rules the empires, it bends every knee
The master of all that the eye can see
It’s the fire in the engine, the wind in the sail
The weight on the balance, the tip of the scale
(Verse 2)
It paints the smile and it hides the scar
It takes you fast and it takes you far
A whisper here and a favor there
It buys a seat, it buys the air
It builds a wall and it breaks a heart
It tears the truest souls apart
For a little piece of the shining crown
The whole wide world goes spinning 'round
(Chorus)
Oh, the power of the dollar, the grip of the gold
A story that’s silver, a tale that’s been told
It rules the empires, it bends every knee
The master of all that the eye can see
It’s the fire in the engine, the wind in the sail
The weight on the balance, the tip of the scale
(Bridge)
But what is the cost of the treasure you keep?
When the shadows grow long and the rivers are deep
You can’t take the luster, you can’t take the shine
Across the horizon, at the end of the line
It’s a heavy burden, a glittery chain
For a moment of glory and a lifetime of rain
(Chorus)
Oh, the power of the dollar, the grip of the gold
A story that’s silver, a tale that’s been told
It rules the empires, it bends every knee
The master of all that the eye can see
It’s the fire in the engine, the wind in the sail
The weight on the balance, the tip of the scale
(Outro)
Green in the pocket, ice in the vein
The hunger for more is a beautiful pain
Count it up, watch it grow
Where it leads, only the rich men know...
Only the rich men know.
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