Look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm just like those
And what about your soul, is it gold
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, oh
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 want to sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone

Look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you loose your appeal
And what about those shoes your in today
They'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way, oh

Your willing to sell anything gone with your hurt
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 when they don't want to sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone