| Stay down, don't get up. Someone out there might open fire. | |
| Some little liar, who's shouting that it's all clear. | |
| So just crawl around, safe and sound. There will never be enough protection. | |
| You've gotta hold tight, keep it all. These walls are much too small for all this. | |
| You've gotta keep a tight fist. You've gotta take it from here. | |
| Until something behind you finally reminds you there will never be enough money | |
| Rolling over reason, turning wrong into right | |
| The more you have, the more you need and there's no end in sight. | |
| The world used to be blinding, bathed in shimmering light | |
| But the more you have, the more you need and you're blinded by and by, all you buy and buy | |
| And you're never gonna see the world, never gonna see the world the same again. | |
| You've gotta take some God, pray to drugs | |
| Sex and cigarettes, new cars and cocaine | |
| All these dials for turning down your pain. | |
| But you still feel something chewing at your brain. | |
| Rolling over reason, turning wrong into right | |
| The more you have, the more you need and there's no end in sight. | |
| The world used to be blinding, bathed in shimmering light | |
| But the more you have, the more you need | |
| And you're blinded by and by, all you buy and buy | |
| And you're never gonna see the world, never gonna see the world the same again. | |
| It's the same again. It's never enough. |