[Hook: B.g. Bene]
Once we get into this chorus, yeah we get into this core
Change our whole repertoire
Once it's all said and done
Every day might be your last (2x)
[Verse 1: B.g. Bene]
Ay, save a light, spare the troubles
Even the church got bishops deluded by the money
So you ask me if God hates money
I can't really tell, but this topic's got me jaded well
Lost generation, demonstration of no innovation
Cultures turn into vultures you stop demonstrating
It ain't worth the exhaustion
You wind it up like a clock, ticking again and again
But you gotta draw a line somewhere
Behind the scenes there's a curtain
You're on the run, cause you can't hide
Your whole lifetime still in the balance, son
Looking at a man what a godless world, son
Cold world so you turn up the heater
In the middle of the action, lost track and my footing
They're on my tail I try to lose them, shake 'em off while I still can
So you could still stand or stand up and be a man
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Silas]
Ay, now let me paint a picture of poverty and wealth
Rich getting richer - irony in itself
Cause the way I see it money just don't make you happy
Less can be more - whatever that means
Can't capture the essence, lost track of the basics
Running from it all - just like asics
Yeah you can run, but you can't hide
Cause it's everywhere and always just within sight
And I know that looks can be deceiving
But don't ever let them change what you believe in
Generation Y - still no reply
Drifting further off course - oh my
No moral compa**, jump ship while you still can
‘Cause we're steering right into a hurricane
Strange end to it all, like Looper
But I guess you don't get the irony - Sheldon Cooper
[Hook]
[Outro]
Every day might be your last, ay
Might be your last, ay