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

Property
Money makin' property
Whoa, property is all he'll see in those fields of green
Oh, the dead won't care
They'll just be lying there
Hangin' out
Just growin' hair
They gotta know we're runnin' out of space to live up here

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 the parking lot
They could put a coffee shop on their first floor

Property, property
Money makin' property
Whoa, property is all he'll see in those fields of green

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

We don't blame 'em everything changes
We did it to the Native Americans
We don't blame 'em everything changes
All you can do is keep on livin'
Keep on livin'
Keep on livin'

In property
Property
Mm, that property
Whoa, property is all they'll see in those fields of green
Oh yeah, the fields of green
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah