Good Mad
Good Mad - What Money Paid For songtekst
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Listen children, Don't give up on this world we're livin' in An endless chorus of beepin and countless digits We're prayin to god from these holes that we're diggin' 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 tumbling market Why bother saving with holes in my pockets? It's all a relic someday. We cannot look back and wonder what money paid for. Hold on lover, it's never the words that we see There's nothing new I would gladly talk through Tin cans with some string tied between Over land, over sea They'll threaten you as far as their guns 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 boring, if that much is true Why am I always running towards some pursuit I don't know Oh now the moon is shaking Watching as his mother's taking Stock of what has been done So long I have no fear of the crash of the tumbling 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