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 don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things.
Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you’re in today?
They’ll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way.
Oh, you're willing to sell anything,
gone with your herd.
Leave your footprints,
we’ll shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone.
Gone, going, gone,
everything gone, give a damn.
Gone be the birds if they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things.
Gone.