Talk is cheap and nobody listens

Even though points are made

Sometimes the occasional eyes can glisten

But we are all part of the same charade

 

Ten million times a day we hear the same old story

And no one cares to think at all

 

We find it odd to leave things uncertain

But we tend to go around instead of climbing the unavoidable mountain

 

Ten million times a day we hear the same old story

And no one cares to think of how to change despair into glory

Until I hear a voice that wants to get things done

I’m gonna run my silver tongue

 

Money talks and everyone forfeits

To the point of no return

Lack of courage amongst trendy misfits

Why should it be anyone’s concern

 

Ten million times a day we hear the same old story

And no one cares to think of how to change despair into glory

Until I hear a voice that wants to get things done

I’m gonna run my silver tongue

My silver tongue