Lyrics
Something around me tells me
That there's more to this prize than the diamonds shown me
Waitin on a paycheck but isn't every day the payment
Well I think so, I think so
Imprisonment and women can be reformed, if they are around you that means
That don't treat them like, don't treat them like a disposable part of the dream
My questions, my answer
My pension, my cancer
My title, my trophy
My theories of the market
Based strategies, my schedule
My time piece, my competition
And salary, my outdated overpriced faith ID
I sold my radio
I have my television
I sold my radio
I threw my share of gone chips down
In no landfill
Just walked away
So that I could heal
So that I could heal
Threw my share of gone chips down
Why have we gathered around this here table?
Does anybody know?
We've been waiting a long time
What kind of room service do you expect from a harlot host
My questions, my answer
My pension, my cancer
My title, my trophy
My theories of the market
Based strategies, my schedule
My time piece, my true independence
The salary, my trust fund
Remote controls, my memory
I sold my radio
I have my television
I sold my radio
I sold it all, I gave it all away, I did
I gave it all away, I did it
I gave it all away, I did it
Give it all away, I did
I gave it all away, I did I did I did I did I did I did I did
Said I gave it away
I did, I gave it all away
Threw my share of gone chips down
In no landfill
Just walked away
So that I could heal
Heal my body, heal my body
Heal my mind, my soul
In no landfill
Walked away
Walked away, walked away, walked away
Threw my share of gone chips down
Down, down
Down, down
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
(Down, down)
