100 Million

Pay for the sign on the hill that says 'You're Home'
Pay for the hole in the ground to place your bones
Pay for the words in your mouth to flow
Pay for the sales of your shoes to walk the streets of kings

Pay for the simplest things
Pay for the food on your plate to live
Pay for the mood in your mind to give a thought disguised
Pay for the simplest things

Who turned, who turned the light out
Who turned, who turned away
One hundred million, fences around us
Can we own everything

Including the moon and the sun and the stars?
Pay for the whip on your back to break
Pay for the chain on your neck to control your life
Pay for everything