Good Mad What Money Paid For Lyrics

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