The Six Men of Fortune
The world scrambles and hurries about.
All in pursuit of six men Americans can't live without.
Washington, Lincoln, Hamilton, Jackson, Grant, Franklin.
In this pursuit, morality is often turned inside and out.
The righteous man earns his keep.
His conscience is clear. At night he can sleep.
Wicked mares of greed knock at his door.
But with a pure soul, he slumbers without a peep.
Some rob, murder, and destroy for these six men.
Their hearts are the devil's play pen.
Just throw the six men into the fire.
May be from ashes, they will rise again.
The use of these men depends upon the heart.
The meek and generous seek the righteous from the start.
But those who seek only the six faces, will know swift defeat.
Take a walk around the world, just always stay smart.
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