The Good Mad
The Good Mad - What Money Paid For lyrics
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Listen children, Don't give up on this world were livin in An endless chorus or beepin, countless digits Were prayin to god from these holes that were digin Oh I get get that it's all cataclysmic and someday we'll fall What good is a warning? Like old men before me, I'll rise up and meet the road. I have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market Why bother saving with holes in my pockets It's all a relic someday, We can not look back and wonder what money paid for. Oh, gone lover, it's never the words that we see There's nothing new I would gladly talk through Tin cans with some strings tied between Over land over sea They'll threaten you as far as their gun can reach Don't think about it, or what allowed it Just enlighten What do I worship, send me my options There's already too much, too much too often They say peace is warring, if that much is true Why am I always running to what's in pursuit? I don't know Oh now the moon is shaking Watch it as his mothers taken Stock of water has been done (?) Soo more I have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market Why bother saving with holes in my pockets There's too many lovers that don't mean a thing We should carve our initials into the machine Cause it's all a relic someday, We can not look back and wonder what money paid for