Everybody knows we've got to fight the good fight.

Everybody knows we've got to fight for what's right.

Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

Everybody wants a cleaner sky.

Everybody wants their rightful share.

Everybody wants a purer air.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.

Everyone demanding satisfaction

for their heart's desire.

But who's gonna fight this war on want?

Who's gonna fight this war on greed?

Where are the Soldiers of the Spirit.

Where are the Ones who have no need?

Where are the Ones who've conquered greed?

'Cause all the while our fists are clenched,

The Enemy digs a deeper trench.

And all the while we keep on yearning,

we keep those Wheels of Greed right on turning

On and on.

On and on.

Where are the Soldiers of the Spirit?

Where are the One's who've conquered greed?

Where are the One's who have no need?

Or should we ask the greedy to be kind?

Ask the Devil to change his mind?

If we don't buy, they can't sell.

Then their power's shot straight to Hell.

But everybody wants a piece of the pie.

Everybody wants a cleaner sky.

Everybody wants their rightful share.

Everybody wants a purer air.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.

Everyone demanding satisfaction

for their heart's desire.

Where are the Soldiers of the Spirit?

Where are the Ones who have no goals?

Where are the Soldiers of the Soul?

'Cause all the while our fists are clenched

the enemy digs a deeper trench.

And all the while we keep on yearning,

we keep those Wheels of Greed right on turning

On and on

And on….

And on….

Oh God.

© Felicity Buirski 1989.