Listen children don't give up on this world we're living in An endless chorus of beeping and countless digits We're praying to God from these holes that we're digging Oh I 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 markets Why bother saving with holes in my pockets? It's all a relic someday we can all look back And wonder what money paid for
Hold on lover, it's never the worst that we've seen 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 toward 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 markets Why bother saving with holes in my pockets? There's too many numbers that don't mean a thing We should carve our initials into the machine Cause it's all a relic someday We can all look back and wonder What money paid forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
