I see you collecting
To fill the empty space
Distract from the darkness
That you can't bear to face
I'd rather go on poor
Than live that for a day
'Cause where is the comfort
Piling up in the dust?
The toys that shine now
Will only turn to rust
And I'd rather wear my rags
Than dress up in your clothes

How do you measure the richer man?
By the wines in his cellar or his yachts?
You will not fit your SUV
Into that waiting 7 x 2 foot box

I ain't no preacher man
I buy into it too
The eye of the needle
Don't ever let me through
We're in this shit together
Surrounded and enslaved

How do you measure the richer man?
Palatial homes or high-end stocks?
You will not fit your plasma screen
Into that waiting 7 x 2 foot box