The good mad... What more should i say?

Listen children, Don't give up on this world were livin in An endless chorus or beepin, countless digits Were prayin to god from these holes that were digin Oh I get get that it's all cataclysmic and someday we'll fall What good is a warning? Like old men before me, I'll rise up and meet the road. I have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market Why bother saving with holes in my pockets It's all a relic someday, We can not look back and wonder what money paid for.