Throat Locust

You save yourself and no one else
You take my time and call it yours
The things you touch all fade away
I’m a slave to my mind and no one else
Yeah, no one else

It won’t mean a thing when you’re gone
Won’t mean a thing
It won’t mean a thing when you’re gone
Won’t mean a thing

Can’t break those toys with you
Material things you once knew
Good friends you left behind
Cast, you thought, by good light
Yeah, by good light

It won’t mean a thing when you’re gone
Won’t mean a thing
It won’t mean a thing when you’re gone
Won’t mean a thing

You are just a slave to dollar signs
You are a slave
You are just a slave to dollar signs
You are a slave