Re: Money

(album: Rise From The Dead - 2009)

Yellow leaves are falling from the trees as the wind blows
And the raindrops rearrange themselves on the windows of your car
Racing fast past the gas station, you're running on 'E'
And you're out of patience and money

Isn't it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper? Like
We're standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I
I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I'm
I'm living within four walls that someone else created

Blue is the color of an infinite sky, partly covered by clouds
And city structures that stand up to two miles high
You press your shirt for work since you're expected to blend right in
Now you're just waiting for this day to end

Isn't it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper? Like
Standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I
I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I'm
I'm living within four walls that someone else created

Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same

Oh, there are doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same, just the same

Red lips and shaven faces pave the roadways to success and respect
You balance you want with what you think is best
What can you afford? How much can you save?
Fuck what you love, how can you get paid?
Stuck like a rock in a hard place
Is there any way out? Is there?

Isn't it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper? Like
We're standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I
I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I'm
I'm living within four walls that someone else created