The New Gold Standard by Arrivals
The New Gold Standard lyrics
Is the party nearly over? Wonder who stole the bread
Like a beggar on the corner with a price on his head
Does it get worse than people thinking that you�re already dead?
And I feel
Bought at a distance
Cut in the shade
Son, don�t learn to write a song, it�s just a modern disgrace
When some can write an algorithm matching music to taste
It�s a culture coliseum putting art in its place
And I feel
Born at a distance
Wrought in the shade
Maybe Kafka was right
You�ll be found dead where you�re standing
The hunger artist�s life is just too demanding
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
The weak and injured will be last on the train
In fact, we�ll leave them all behind and keep more money that way
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
The prince dressed as a pauper - Oldest trick in the book
The good will work for nothing so the rest must be crooks
No one�s got a conscience, kids, quick, go take a look
And I feel
Bought at a distance
Cut in the shade
Gather boys and girls, you�ll want to catch the next show
It costs, well, almost nothing, except for checking your coat
Four gentlemen will synchronize the slit of their throats
And I feel
Bought at a distance
Cut in the shade
Maybe Kafka was right
You�ll be found dead where you�re standing
The hunger artist�s life is just too demanding
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
The weak and injured will be last on the train
In fact, we�ll leave them all behind and keep more money that way
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
It�s absurd
It�s uncaring
It�s at its worst when the public is staring
See �em all line up to hear the new gold standard
No goals
No innovating
Just one sound: and it�s the bleating of mating
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
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