Is the game we play, really worth the prize?
You can see the greed in, everybody's eyes
What is it we're missing, deep down inside
If we find it will we then be satisfied?

We're told, we'll be worthy
If we rise up, very early
Til the years tick, over 30
The foundations will be sturdy

Pound signs are all that I can see
This isn't how it has to be
Believe me when I say that

This will be the death of us

Everything is broken, nothing's built to last
Once the box is opened, it becomes the past
And you better keep up, it's moving fast
In a week there'll be another you must have

We're told it's a given
To trade our time, for a living
We can then buy, what we're missing
And a six foot television

Pound signs are all that I can see
This isn't how it has to be
Believe me when I say that

This will be the death of us