Chips Down (In No Landfill)

Something around me tells me

That there’s more to this prize than the diamonds shown me

Waitin on a paycheck but isn’t every day the payment

Well I think so, I think so

Imprisonment and women can be reformed

If they are around you that means

That don’t treat them like, don’t treat

Them like a disposable part of the dream

My questions, my answer

My pension, my cancer

My title, my trophy

My theories of the market

Based strategies, my schedule

My time piece, my competition

And salary, my outdated overpriced faith ID

I sold my radio

I have my television

I sold my radio

I threw my share of gone chips down

In no landfill

Just walked away

So that I could heal

So that I could heal

Threw my share of gone chips down

Why have we gathered around this here table?

Does anybody know?

We’ve been waiting a long time

What kind of room service do you expect from a harlot host

My questions, my answer

My pension, my cancer

My title, my trophy

My theories of the market

Based strategies, my schedule

My time piece, my true independence

The salary, my trust fund

Remote controls, my memory

I sold my radio

I have my television

I sold my radio

I sold it all, I gave it all away, I did

I gave it all away, I did it

I gave it all away, I did it

Give it all away, I did

I gave it all away

I did I did I did I did I did I did I did

Said I gave it away

I did, I gave it all away

Threw my share of gone chips down

In no landfill

Just walked away

So that I could heal

Heal my body, heal my body

Heal my mind, my soul

In no landfill

Walked away