They tell you all the money’s been spent
But have you ever stopped to question where it all really went?
‘Cause once you do improvements to our roads, seas, and skies
Begin to look like manufactured wars and more children’s cries
From the moment we’re…
They tell you all the money’s been spent
But have you ever stopped to question where it all really went?
‘Cause once you do improvements to our roads, seas, and skies
Begin to look like manufactured wars and more children’s cries
From the moment we’re allowed to take our first breaths
It’s a rat race through money mazes that all lead to death
And if you want a chance at what they call a gainful life
You’d better budget enough to subsidize all their endless lies
So there I was at the top of my game
They said “look up” and in flashing lights I would see my name
But when I looked up I saw His face and heard His voice
And I knew I had to get out while I still had a choice
So I gave up the gold and they called me a fool
Now my wallet is empty, but my soul is full
‘Cause the currency of heaven won’t fund their earthly facades
I traded in the emperor’s new clothes for the armor of God
And now the Sheriff of Nottingham is beating down our doors
To continue giving to the rich what he takes from the poor
But I sleep like a baby inside my humble abode
While they lie awake in their mansions fearing when it all will implode
‘Cause there they are still living like it’s 1913
Blissfully ignorant of the cost of their greed
When all along they have bankrolled death after death
I knew it had to burn down ‘til not even the foundation was left
(So burn it all down)
So I gave up the gold and they called me a fool
Now my wallet is empty, but my soul is full
‘Cause the currency of heaven won’t fund their earthly facades
I traded in the emperor’s new clothes for the armor of God
Finally at home in my white collar exile
It’s like I’ve got Michael and Gabriel on speed dial (on speed dial)
Surrounded by angels who can’t be sold or bought
I traded in the emperor’s new clothes for the armor of God
They shake their heads and think about what I could have been
But these struggles are worth every dollar I traded in
‘Cause when their green-backed paradise comes crashing down
I’ll still be gilded in His grace with my feet cemented to the ground
‘Cause I gave up the gold and they called me a fool
Now my wallet is empty, but my soul is full (my soul is full)
‘Cause the currency of heaven won’t fund their earthly facades (earthly facades)
I traded in the emperor’s new clothes for the armor of God
(So burn it all down)
Finally at home in my white collar exile
Like I’ve got Raphael and Uriel on speed dial
Surrounded by angels who can’t be sold or bought
I traded in the emperor’s new clothes for the armor of God
Released February 23, 2024
Music and lyrics by Grant Joseph Guillot. All rights reserved.
