Upon digging my own grave
I lined it with the dollar bills
That justify the things I do
To become the person I am today.
We eat and sleep and pray
For the image of God to just go away
Don't want the responsabilities,
In war there will be casualties
-But still you stay
Us with our anti-pop
And us with our wrist tattooes
Have a whole lot of nothing to prove.
Meeting you on the street,
Your cellphone bill in hand
So when the angels come down
You can compare plans.
And I'm supposed to take you seriously?
As a functional member of this community?
Us with our anti-pop
And us with our wrist tattooes
Have a whole lot of nothing to prove.
Show me some justice and I'll show you my...
Prove your humanity and I'll buy you a...
Show me some justice and I'll show you my...(skin)
Prove your humanity and I'll buy you a...
Whole bunch of anti-globalizationists
Hit the market yesterday
In the quest for Jaggi-like stardom and t-shirts and
Free trade.
Us with our charities
And us with our diet foods
And us with our tv's
Have a whole lot of nothing to lose
Us with our greenpeace
And us with our save the world's
And us with our bullshit
Have a whole lot of...everything.
~~ Lyrics and music written by Zara Ahmed~~