The Money We Made Songtext
von Single White Infidel

Flags at half-mast
For the bankruptcies
Interrupted broadcasts and twenty-one guns
And the chyrons
Scroll the eulogies
Full page obituaries
Closed coffin and no questions please

We were taught from the day we were born
To make it no matter how
But we all thought that the cash cow had horns
Too late to heed all the warnings now
It all will be over soon

Mamas don′t let your babies grow up to be billionaires
Or we'll all belong in this oppressive sun breathing poison air
We′ll always get what they deserve
And they'll get nothing in return


Playing the long game
Holding the big stack
Watching for tells and bluffing what we've got
It′s all house money
Not expected to pay it back
Subjectivist discretion
A topical depression

We were told that the leaders we had
Would make it through no matter how
Cause we all thought they were on the right path
Too late to pull over and turn around
It all will be over soon

Suburban coffins full of green
There′s barely any room to breathe
There's water fucking everywhere
But not a single drop to drink

A brief diversion and we′ll be fine
Just mind your numbers I'll mind mine
And let me be just let me be
Let me be just let me be


A bit short sighted to speak of who′s been wronged
A little daft to think of change
'Cause the last thing we need is to hear what another
Idealist has to say
The dawn′s not far away
It'll all be all right
Just look at the money we made