GREEN MAGIC CARPET RIDE
Author(s): Jeremiah
Songbook: Aaron David Songbook
KeyWords: Praise,

You get up in the morning,
With that burden hanging over you.
You know you really don't want to go to work
But the choice is not up to you.
'Cause you don't own things my friend,
But things own you.
If you don't believe me skip your bills
And they'll repossess you.

Take flight No. 1 with George Washington
On his little green magic carpet,
Serial number 666 and he's religious
Sayin' in God we trust.
Free magic carpet rides
Only cost your soul.
Sign on the dotted line.
Can I read the small print? He said no!

So you wait until Friday night
To go out on the town and forget it all,
But your hangover stretches from Sunday
Till Monday mornin', then you hear your burden call.
Just wait till God unplugs your city
Then your neon happiness shall fall.
'Cause all your so-called good times
Really were not good times at all.

So you're climbing the mountain of success,
Using people's heads as steppin' stones.
You don't care who you step on
Just as long as you reach the top all alone.
So you go runnin' cross-country
Chasin' the dollar sign.
You sweat blood and tears for 3.50 an hour
But peace you never find.