Re: Money
(专辑: 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