Well look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm
Just like those.
And what about your soul
Is it cold
Is it straight from the mold
And ready to be sold.
And cars and phones and diamond rings
Bling, bling
Those are only removable things
And what about your mind
Does it shine
Or are there things that concern you more
Than your time
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they dont want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
Well look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you lose youre appeal
And what about those shoes youre in today
Theyll do no good
All the bridges you burnt a long the way
Youre willing to sell anything
Gone with your herd
Leave your footprints
And well shame them with our words
Gone people
All careless and consumed
Gone
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they dont want to sing
Gone people All awkward with their things Gone
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Jack Johnson
