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