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