The Money Gets Bigger

Small town kids and world War three and the money's gettin bigger but no one can come to see The burning forest through the trees Mother packs a lunch and says goodbye and childhood days are drawn just to die but no one seems to try They find themselves alone feeling unclean They search in themselves for meaning But everybody wants to live in a lie to be a star is to be alright Tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight Everybody hates that they're not the ones to be adored and touched by the sun To be famous just because But the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of the fathers who beat thier wives then wait around to be served a decent meal And the children dream of better days Where all they do is play thier little games And the generations come to only fall And ya come to find that nothin really matters at all Tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone tonight I'm gonna be someone And the hate is drowned by the frequent sound And everybody turns and looks around away from the days when they felt ok And everybody's waiting for someone to say "the time has come you're the chosen one" The prophesied the empty lies the media makes a hundred times Your mother says to cover And the hate is drowned by the frequent sound And everybody turns and looks around away from the days when they felt OK and everybody's waiting for someone to say "the time has come you're the chosen one" the prophesied the empty lies the media makes a hundred times Your mother says to cover your eyes