[Intro]
Ah!
Oh!

[Verse 1]
Are there gonna be, cemeteries
A hundred years from now?
Can someone tell me how
We won't resist the urge to turn it into property?

[Refrain]
Property, money-makin' property
Whoa-oh-oh, property is all they'll see in those fields of green

[Verse 2]
Oh, the dead won't care
They'll just be lyin' there
Hangin' out, just growin' hair
They gotta know we're runnin' out of space to live up here

[Verse 3]
Put a high-rise up and they would be a fool
If they didn't see it with a swimming pool
Seven stories and seven below for a parking lot
They could put a coffee shop on their first floor
[Refrain]
Property, property, money-makin' property
Whoa-oh-oh, property is all they'll see in those fields of green

[Bridge]
They buried those bodies with the best intent
Yes they did
But those boxes could be turned into rent
And you know they will

Don't blame 'em, everything changes
We did it to the Native Americans
Don't blame 'em, everything changes
All you can do is a-keep on livin'
A-keep on livin', keep on livin'

[Outro]
In property, property, mmm, that property
Whoa, property is all they'll see in those fields of green
Oh yeah, the fields of green
Oh yea-yeah
Oh yeah