What Money Paid For

Intro: Listen, children don't give up on this world we're livin' 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 man 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 cannot look back and wonder what money paid for Hold on, lover It's never the worse 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 to what's un-pursued? I don't know... Solo: 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 cannot look back and wonder what money paid for