Banjo and whistle. Envy of the house, the boat, the cabin — and the people who only smile when you starve. Dm, Am, C, and G.
Skyggefall · Nattarkiv Studio
Lyrics
Intro
Money, it’s a tool that we need to survive
Just a little extra keeps the engine alive
But when you have it, the whispers begin
Like a cold draft crawling under your skin
People assume that you’re drowning in gold
Based on a story that they haven’t been told
They don’t want the truth, they just want to be mad
At the phantom fortune they think that you had.
The house on the corner, the boat on the bay
The cars in the driveway in polished display
Cabins for the summer and snow on the peaks
A life full of comfort is all that they seek
But objects are hollow, just wood and steel
They don’t change the way that a person can feel
Still they look at your keys with a poisonous glare
Blaming their life on the things that you share.
Do you think that this fortune just fell from the sky?
That I woke up one morning with limitless buy?
Every cent has a story, every dollar a price
Built on the labor and the sacrifice
I’m well aware of the hunger and debt
Of the struggle for bread and the cold, bitter sweat
But don't think it’s magic or luck in a jar
You don’t get the finish without driving the car.
You can’t measure life by the ink on a page
It won’t stop the sorrow or open the cage
Why all the jealousy? Why all the hate?
There’s no joy in the silver that’s piling on your plate.
Tell me, how does it feel to be jealous and small?
To wait in the shadows for someone to fall?
It must steal all your energy, keeping the score
When you can't even speak before they want more.
There’s a crowd of the bitter, a world full of greed
More hungry for malice than any good deed.
You’d rather I lied and said I had none
That my pockets were empty, my spirit was done.
If I said I was starving, couldn't pay for the light
Only then would you smile and sleep well at night.
You only love neighbors who suffer and bleed
Your pity is nothing but a narcissist’s need.
Outro
(How does it feel?)
(Does it steal your light?)
I pity the heart...
That only loves pain...
(Final lonely whistle note fades into silence)