Someday we'll ask 'what's it worth?' And how can some dirt cost the earth? It's not what was paid at the time But it's how you sell, not how you buy If I knew all along The worth of these bones The things that I'm losing the most of my dirty cash on Tonight, I'm taking back control I'll beg, I'll fight for things I think I own Money's gone Value goes up, then heads down With no rhyme or reason allowed And isn't it time we should sell? This junk is just making life hell If I knew all along The worth of my bones The things that you're losing the most of my dirty cash on Tonight, I'm taking back control I'll beg, I'll fight for things I thought I owned Money's gone No cash in my hand, no hope for my schemes No way I can buy myself out of your dreams If I knew all along The worth of my bones The things that your losing the most of my dirty cash on Tonight, I'm taking back control I'll beg, I'll fight for things I thought I owned But the money's gone