Son I've got to go, but I'll be home real soon I've got a meeting in the scraper across the sea, I'll see you in a couple of moons See I'm sealin' a deal to get you a steal and buy you some shiny wheels I'm sure you'll make out fine in our mansion on the hill.
I'll dig deep inside these pockets to find my love for you I know our time is short but I got some money makin' to do I'll bring the bread home and you can raise yourself alone Take note and someday soon you can turn your gems to stones
Let's wreck this beautiful place so we can make a few bucks Let's take what God has made and we can make it more deluxe And when the seas get sick and the air is thick and our money can't make sense We'll just consider this an unavoidable expense
We'll dig deep inside these pockets to fix this dreadful mess Naive to the fact that a little is more and more is inevitably less We'll bring the green home and you can raise yourself alone Take note and someday soon you can turn your gems to stones
We'd sell our souls for a little bit of gold and a diamond ring We'll join the masses just to have the latest thing We wont be happy until everything is gone Cause if it doesn't shine then it isn't mine and it doesn't belong
Let's turn our gems to stones, let's turn our gems to stones Let's turn our gems to stone, turn our gems to stones Let's turn our gems to stones.