One, two
Well look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm
Just like those.
And what about your soul
Is it cold
Is it straight from the mould
And ready to be sold.
And cars and phones and diamond rings
Bling, bling
Those are only removable things
And what about your mind
Does it shine or
Or are there things that concern you more
Than your time
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
Look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way
You're willing to sell anything
Gone with your herd
Leave your footprints
And we'll shame them with our words
Gone people
All careless and consumed
Gone
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds if they don't want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
