White collars fancy suits
Big fat BMWs
Self-made men, their pockets full
Humming the supply chain blues
Fashion hauls, strike a pose
Endless piles of shredded clothes
Microfibers fill the air
Drain the dye out of your hair

Go tell your kids we will be alright
Close your eyes
Tell your kids we’ll be alright

Let’s go!
We’ve got the money
Let’s go!
We’ve got the goods
Let’s go!
We’ve got the money
Let’s go!

Politics, relationships
The whole world is built on this now
Fed mass produced, single use bullshit
And we still don’t know how

Go tell your kids
Money doesn’t grow on trees
Got to work the industries
Cut them down poison the ground
Hush hush modern slavery

Go tell your kids
We will be alright
We will be alright
We will be alright
We will be alright

Let’s go!
We’ve got the money
Let’s go!
We’ve got the goods
Let’s go!
We’ve got the money
Let’s go!

Come on, let's go!