money walks in the green moon

The green moon in the sky

It thinks it can sway with the wind

Riding high on a steady pole

It feels great to steal the show

The brand of its existence

On the facade of its life

It looks humble and kind

Behind close doors the shadows fight

Now it is in the open

The green moon shows its arrogant face

It wants to play a single race

There is nothing for others to take

Once it tried to be moderate

Under the old leadership to share

Once Satan infiltrated its mind

Money walks in their eyes

Now its the lies

The spinning tales and close one eye

Money has made it blind

It can't see the wrong in its mind

Its days are numbered

Satan will not let it get away

The green moon in Satan's grip

The wrong move; the wrong way