Talk is cheap and nobody listens Even though points are made Sometimes the occasional eyes can glisten But we are all part of the same charade Ten million times a day we hear that same old story And no one cares to think at all We find it odd to leave things uncertain But we tend to go around instead of climbing the unavoidable mountain Ten million times a day we hear that same old story And no one cares to think of how to change despair into glory Until I hear a voice that wants to get things done I'm gonna run my silver tongue Money talks and everyone forfeits To the point of no return Lack of courage amongst trendy misfits Why should it be anyone's concern Ten million times a day we hear that same old story And no one cares to think of how to change despair into glory Until I hear a voice that wants to get things done I'm gonna run my silver tongue My silver tongue