Whatch it burn I will not pay for hapiness, won’t pay through the nose Won’t pay for fullfillment that someone else chose I will not pay for hollow dreams, your’selling through deciept I do not need an invoice, don’t print the reciept I will not pay for shiny things that tell you who I am I’ve cancelled my subscription, revoked my monthly plan
I’ gonna build a fire
I’m gonna build a fire whatch it burn And if you see the fire, whatch
I will not pay for happiness, confuse the ends with means Won’t earn to build my ego, won’t spend for self-esteem I will not pay for honesty or justice promptly served You cannot buy a conscience, a fate that’s well deserved I will not pay for peace of mind, your tender won’t do that It will not buy you heaven, the gates or welcome mat