Letras
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Around the world, it's a bloody mess
It's a permanent apocalypse
Come on, feed me, baby
I can't go on like this
A world that's full of money bones
They're talkin' on the telephone
Everybody's startin' to figure out what's goin' on
In a bubble out at night
Bubble full of grief and strife
Heirs of the flagellate spreadin' that joy around
This world is full of money bones
They're talkin' on the telephone
Everybody's startin' to figure out what's goin' on
Waitin' for a needle else
If we don't try to help ourselves
Never gonna know just how helpless we are, yeah
Money bones
This world is full of money bones
They're talkin' on the telephone
Everybody's startin' to figure out what's goin' on
We are so friggin' naive
All the concepts we believe
While all that it preaches was sellin' us salvation
Think we should have been pleased
Yeah, it's a bloody mess
Yeah, a permanent apocalypse
Yeah, the money bones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, money bones
The money bones
The money bones
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah