Shelved and branded living on display
Mentally I'm overdrawn buying things I can't afford
All our lives appear so ornate
Could you believe that misery has come from having everything
Misery has everything
Who is held accountable for us
Every cent is funnelled to the upper crust
And our wallets holding nothing more than dust
Could you believe society would fix itself eventually if rich old men began to take the bus
Dreams are paint and cover bars of steel
Recreating high school grades by measuring our neighbours cage
Deep down I feel sick inside this wheel
Could you believe that misery has come from having everything
Misery has everything
Who is held accountable for us
Every cent is funnelled to the upper crust
And our wallets holding nothing more than dust
Could you believe society would fix itself eventually if rich old men began to take the bus
Nick Di Gregorio - Misery Has Everything Lyrics
Nick Di Gregorio - Misery Has Everything Lyrics
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Shelved and branded living on display
Mentally I'm overdrawn buying things I can't afford
All our lives appear so ornate
Could you believe that misery has come from having everything
Misery has everything
Who is held accountable for us
Every cent is funnelled to the upper crust
And our wallets holding nothing more than dust
Could you believe society would fix itself eventually if rich old men began to take the bus
Dreams are paint and cover bars of steel
Recreating high school grades by measuring our neighbours cage
Deep down I feel sick inside this wheel
Could you believe that misery has come from having everything
Misery has everything
Who is held accountable for us
Every cent is funnelled to the upper crust
And our wallets holding nothing more than dust
Could you believe society would fix itself eventually if rich old men began to take the bus
Mentally I'm overdrawn buying things I can't afford
All our lives appear so ornate
Could you believe that misery has come from having everything
Misery has everything
Who is held accountable for us
Every cent is funnelled to the upper crust
And our wallets holding nothing more than dust
Could you believe society would fix itself eventually if rich old men began to take the bus
Dreams are paint and cover bars of steel
Recreating high school grades by measuring our neighbours cage
Deep down I feel sick inside this wheel
Could you believe that misery has come from having everything
Misery has everything
Who is held accountable for us
Every cent is funnelled to the upper crust
And our wallets holding nothing more than dust
Could you believe society would fix itself eventually if rich old men began to take the bus
Writer: Nicholas Di Gregorio
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music