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 . . .