The Money Gets Bigger

Small town kids and world War three and the
money's gettin bigger but no one can come to see
The burning forest through the trees
Mother packs a lunch and says goodbye
and childhood days are drawn just to die
but no one seems to try
They find themselves alone feeling unclean
They search in themselves for meaning
But everybody wants to live in a lie
to be a star is to be alright
Tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
Everybody hates that they're not the
ones to be adored and touched by the sun
To be famous just because
But the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
the fathers who beat thier wives then wait around
to be served a decent meal
And the children dream of better days
Where all they do is play thier little games
And the generations come to only fall
And ya come to find that nothin really matters at all
Tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone tonight
I'm gonna be someone
And the hate is drowned by the frequent sound
And everybody turns and looks around
away from the days when they felt ok
And everybody's waiting for someone to
say "the time has come you're the chosen one"
The prophesied the empty lies the media makes a hundred times
Your mother says to cover
And the hate is drowned by the frequent sound
And everybody turns and looks around away from the days when they
felt OK and everybody's waiting for someone to say "the time has come
you're the chosen one" the prophesied the
empty lies the media makes a hundred times
Your mother says to cover your eyes