Nobody carries 'round change anymore
They wait for it to come
And everybody's got their own problems, man
You're not the only one
Nobody has any agency
But they still pay the charges
I got big ideas but not a lot of years
To make the most of them
I don't know what you do for a living
But it seems to me you live a lot for very little
(You live a lot for very little)
Another riddle for the hegemonic lumpenproletariat
I got my situation under control
Eternal returns
(Until I use up the world)
I'm all right, Jack
Like a clam with a pearl
I got my money and I got my girl
So, what are you to me?
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
Nobody carries 'round change anymore
They wait for it to come
And everybody's got their own problems, man
You're not the only one
Nobody has any agency
But they still pay the charges
I got big ideas but not a lot of years
To make the most of them
With your fifteen years of compound interest
And your little blue book on passive investments
There's a world there for the taking
While the centre-ground is still reneging
On promises (promises)
On ideas (ideas)
On the future of the world
You want to leave to your kids
The last shall be first and the first shall be last
Nothing stops dead quite like a laugh
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
Thank you for showing me what I lack
You give an inch and then you ask for it back
Thank you for showing me what I lack
You give an inch and then you ask for it back
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
What are you to me?
What are you to me?