Eternal Returns

Nobody carries 'round change anymore They wait for it to come And everybody's got their own problems, man You're not the only one Nobody has any agency But they still pay the charges I got big ideas but not a lot of years To make the most of them I don't know what you do for a living But it seems to me you live a lot for very little (You live a lot for very little) Another riddle for the hegemonic lumpenproletariat I got my situation under control Eternal returns (Until I use up the world) I'm all right, Jack Like a clam with a pearl I got my money and I got my girl So, what are you to me? What are you to me? What are you to me? What are you to me? Nobody carries 'round change anymore They wait for it to come And everybody's got their own problems, man You're not the only one Nobody has any agency But they still pay the charges I got big ideas but not a lot of years To make the most of them With your fifteen years of compound interest And your little blue book on passive investments There's a world there for the taking While the centre-ground is still reneging On promises (promises) On ideas (ideas) On the future of the world You want to leave to your kids The last shall be first and the first shall be last Nothing stops dead quite like a laugh What are you to me? What are you to me? What are you to me? What are you to me? Thank you for showing me what I lack You give an inch and then you ask for it back Thank you for showing me what I lack You give an inch and then you ask for it back What are you to me? What are you to me? What are you to me? What are you to me?