Hands of Gold

Those treacherous hands
Reaching so eagerly for the greenback
Unmoved by the the crooked man
Ready to sacrifice years of friendship

Now your hands are filled with gold
And you have no virtues
Your soul has gone cold
All because of money

There will be no room for amends
While you yet sin
The only pathway to redemption
Is to learn the lesson

That money isn't everything
And a cheap knockoff for our souls
Material things are forever fallible
Hands of Gold forever cold