One, two      Well look at all those fancy clothes   But these could keep us warm just like those   And what about your soul, is it cold?   Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold?      And cars and phones and diamond rings, bling, bling   Those are only removable things   And what about your mind, does it shine   Or are there things that concern you more than your time?      Gone going, gone everything   Gone give a damn   Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing   Gone people, all awkward with their things, gone      Look at you, out to make a deal   You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal   And what about those shoes you're in today, they'll do no good   On the bridges you burnt along the way      You're willing to sell anything   Gone with your herd, leave your footprints   We'll shame them with our words   Gone people, all careless and consumed      Gone, gone going   Gone everything, gone give a damn   Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing   Gone people all awkward with their things, gone