Not enough days, not enough hours, for the people who want my time
If it were within my power, I would lock you all away with me
In a world with no money
We get caught in a circle, doing nothing over and over again
It’s so easy, just existing, like believing that living is a sin
(What do you want?) I want to live
(What do you want?) Somewhere to go
(What do you want?) I know it’s in here, in here inside me
I want to live in a world with no money
Always saying, never doing, that’s the way I live my life
Gotta get a true religion, I can’t find one here, but i think i might
In a world with no money
It’s a dream — It’s a cop out — a wish for something that will never be
There’s too many people, there’s too much tradition
Too many buildings
And not enough me