Is the game we play,
Really worth the prize?
You can see the greed in,
Everybody's eyes?
What is it we're missing,
Deep down inside
If we find it will we then be satisfied?
We're told, we'll be worthy
If we rise up, very early
Til the years tick, over 30
The foundations will be sturdy
Pound signs are all that I can see
This isn't how it has to be
Believe me when I say that
THIS WILL BE THE DEATH OF US
Everything is broken,
Nothing's built to last
Once the box is opened,
It becomes the past
And you better keep up,
It's moving fast
In a week there'll be another you must have
We're told it's a given
To trade our time, for a living
We can then buy, what we're missing
And a six foot television
Pound signs are all that I can see
This isn't how it has to be
Believe me when I say that
THIS WILL BE THE DEATH OF US
