If we rob from the future,
We can keep living in the past,
Investing in something,
That was never meant to last.
Bound by chains of luxury,
Someone somewhere owns everything I see,
Bound by chains of luxury,
Someone somewhere owns every piece of me.
Don't call it a bail out,
Call it a rescue plan,
Don't call it running away,
They're golden parachutes and a soft place to land.
Yes, we're happy to take your money,
But we seem to have a slight problem,
Our computers show you're eligible
For coverage somewhere else.
Bound by chains of luxury,
Someone somewhere owns everything I see,
Bound by chains of luxury,
Someone somewhere owns every piece of me.
Bound by chains of luxury,
Someone somewhere owns everything you see,
Someone somewhere,
Owns every piece of you and every piece of me.