here am I
staring at my destiny
trying to find
something that makes sense to me
well I wrapped my soul in cellophane
and took it to the streets
and when my conscience brings me through
then I get a better view
all I see
is a banker's anarchy
happy days
can't you see we're all for sale
so I sold my soul to bitterness
as I wondered what to do
'cause when my conscience brings me through
then I get a better view
in this hyp-narcotic credit card-and-carry world we live in
it's often difficult to see where these things begin and end...
anyway,
my head goes into a swirl
when I think about
all the workers of the world...
Should I take the things that I have made
and make them work for me?...
'cause when my conscience brings me through
then I get a better view,
when my conscience brings me through
then I get a better view.
words and music by andrew hammer, copyright 1995, otones (bmi), all rights reserved.