When money doesn’t matter any more

Will we walk in the same circles as before

Will we wipe sway the tarnish of the faces that we wore

When money doesn’t matter any more

 

When power doesn’t open any doors

And it’s all the same president, the  Jones and the poor

Will we climb the cliffs of stature that we’ve always done before,  When power doesn’t matter anymore.

 

And though the kings and queen who made

Gold and silver eyes are jaded. It’s all a part of a masquerade going on too long.

Should illusions complicate the madness that we celebrate

And more or else we all would face? That everything’s all wrong

 

When luxuries don’t mean a thing to me

Will my shackled finally spirit be set free

Will I join a line of lovers leaping to the sea

When luxuries don’t mean a thing, mean a thing, mean a thing

 

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Chorus

Everything’s all wrong

Everything’s all wrong