You're building towers out of coins
So I guess you can't complain
The avaricious nature of your life
Oh you can't refrain
I sense it's time to wash
Away all of these stains
But when you're standing high above
Why would you abstain
I fear for the future when the seas
All open up
And swallow whole the possessions
That you took.
What will you do without a boat
When you don't know how to swim
Clutch at cliffs all you like
Amid the cacophonous din
I know it's a tall order
To send down the winch
But it's time to break the borders
And send down the supplies
To end this demise
Inch by inch
What will you do when your coin
Towers collapse
And you never thought to look at
Any other places on the map
What will you do when this tree
Is drained of sap
And the other people
They catch you up in the final lap
Because you're taking a nap
I know it's a tall order
To send down the winch
But it's time to break the borders
And send down the supplies
To end this demise
Inch by inch
I think I speak for most expressing distaste at your disdain
But you're building towers out of coins so I guess you can't complain