Delivering them
Bewildering them
The Table of Silver
Quicksilvers them
Jealousy draws a breath and sees to them
Their greed for silver devours them
A society in need of an itch
Slips the surly bonds and makes you twitch
The rich hitch to that wagon on Sixth Avenue
Where the pavements are gold and the hearts are pitch
How have we become so in love with silver and gold
Young and old, sink deeper into the lost and sold
Can’t take a breath without being told
Buy our product, it will make you whole.
We’ve sold our souls to a billboard by the street
The slow death will make you skip a beat
When you’re lying in sheets and feeling the heat
Of the money in your pocket burning the seat
Of the chair you’ve been in for twenty years
An office that’s tied you in knots and tears
This wasn’t the life you dreamed, its just fear
Keep the cash in your stash
The change is near.