Dar Williams: Play the greed

I finally learned that the market's righteous holler Comes from a pale face on a paper dollar And I betcha got few bucks in your hemp wallet So throw a tiny wrench in the fiber optic wires Morals are cheap and you can be the buyers We can let 'em poison and perish foreign lands Or we can play the greed right into our hands Oh, woah - oh, woah Everybody says it can't happen here Everybody says it can't happen here Things'll turn around just as sure as they said it Hell, things change and they all take credit So ask why there's only forty songs on a station And ask your cafe about their coffee's plantation And why is it Arizona hasn't gone solar? And tell your print shop that hemp grows faster And it doesn't mean a back room clear cut disaster The market doesn't care but it wants to understand And you can play the greed right into your hands Oh, woah - oh, woah Smiling man says it can't happen here Channel 4 says it can't happen here Things'll turn around just as sure as they said it Hell, the change comes and they all take credit So roll up your pennies and do your battle The chairman will start quoting Chief Seattle and Put little tree frogs on their letterhead 'Cause the market resists and the market absorbs With a five-pointed leaf on the cover of Forbes The very same people turned valleys to dams These are the ones that drain prairies to sand And they'd just as soon you didn't know this land is your land But we can play the world back into our hands Oh, woah - oh, woah Malcom's gonna say it can't happen here Rupert's gonna say it can't happen here Things'll turn around just as sure as they said it Hell, things change and they'll always take the credit Oh, woah - oh, woah Oh, woah - oh, woah Oh, woah - oh, woah Hell the change comes Let's let 'em take the credit . . .