Lyrics by Paul Korda
It felt like all hell blew a fuse
There was nothing to lose, except your sanity.
Had civilization grown cold,
in search of gold, in its vanity?
Had love been replaced by toys,
overgrown boys, steering our destiny
The cost of not giving our time
is a prominent sign, that says to me
Temporary, accommodation situation
Temporary, limited expectations
Could it be that you and me
Are facing being Temporary
What price in time are the hills?
Who has the Will to account these things
Or the death of an innocent life,
What is the price for the next of kin.
Temporary..........
(Business Rap)
"Here today, gone tomorrow,
How much future can you borrow
Time is the commodity, if yours is free
You're no good to me
Being wise is a matter of size,
The property you realize
Investment based on high concerns
Body parts are a safe return!"
Temporary........... |
 Not for Robots
by Paul Korda
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