Money Talks

Nothing beside remains Round the decay Of that colossal wreck Boundless and bare The lone and level sands Stretch far away What do I have in this life to be proud of? What do I have in this life? I had it wrong, I had it all wrong There is nothing to be proud of We're all temporary Nothing beside, nothing beside remains Round the decay Nothing beside, nothing beside remains Round the decay of that colossal wreck Stone cold sober, contrived I thought I'd be at catharsis by now but I've yet to arrive My mind won't quit And I can't handle it My mind won't quit I had it wrong Is this not my song? My mind will not quit The IV will not drip I had it wrong Is this not my song? F*ck My mind will not quit The IV will not drip I had it wrong Is this not my song?