The Mob there s nothing you ve got i want

I never believed in the bible
Seems some other thing you told me weren't true
I never believed in the power of the tick
You insisted must be on your shoes
I preferred to visit the mall
Long before it was built
Where we'd gallop the horses through wide open courses
'Til the stream appeared into view
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
And the art of this accident of history
Where we live amongst the values we resent
Clutching diamonds from the firepit
And the glimmer of the hope they represent
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
This passion, this thing you call progress
This obsession with which we begin
To conform and repent
Worthless 'til it's spent
A place I don't want to live in
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
Clutching diamonds from the firepit
And the glimmer of the hope they represent
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
So we're cursed and resented
I'm ridiculed, clever and wise
Through the fog of idolatry, blur of technology
The light still shines bright in my eyes
There's nothing you've got that I want or I'd crave
This futile existence that creeps
Through the depths of your soul in the dark of the night
Where it twists, it turns and it thieves
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got that I want or I'd crave
There's nothing you've shown me I need
In this world of illusion I'll let myself out
When I cut myself I want to bleed
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want
There's nothing you've got I want