Under The Glass Towers

Cash for gold? I’d sell my fucking bones to get through one more week
To prove that I’m still half way human
Where do we go when there’s nothing left?
How do you know when there’s nothing left?
Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world
What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again
Throw me down and roll me over
I’ve been working for the last two hundred years
In fifty more I can afford to live like you
Where do we go when there’s nothing left?
How do you know when there’s nothing left?
Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world
What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again
Throw me down and roll me over
We’re the ants in the magnifying glass
We’re the ants in the magnifying glass
We’re the ants in the magnifying glass and we’re all on fucking fire…
Come all you wrecking balls, you masters of the world
What are you waiting for, just roll me over, roll me over again
What are you, what are you waiting for?