Lyrics

Will it profit a man if he gains the world?
On his dying day will he weep in regret?

Straight out the void the craziness of human consciousness sprung
Eternal babies suckin’ thumbs of Sigmund Freud overcome
Swear there’s a madness in the method ingrained in us when young
And we all playin’ our parts in the story that’s spun
It’s the reason bleedin’ hearts strive to save that last one
And addicts pump smack through they veins until they bodies are numb
Why sprinters blastin’ off the line after the sound of the gun
And climbers break they necks tryin’ to reach for the sun

What will it profit a man if he gains the world
But loses his soul?
On his dying day will he weep in regret?

Didn’t mean no disrespect man when I said ya’ll were dumb
It’s just that I get a little vexed by the presumptions of some
Men in ties funnelin’ greenbacks through they venomous gums
Swear they’d suck the world dry just to climb that next rung
Meanwhile women sellin’ sex for less than generous sums
And kids in slums are combin’ streets to find a couple of crumbs
You can find me ‘mongst the masses kickin’ rocks for the fun
Just don’t expect me to replace ‘em when I’m done

What will it profit a man if he gains the world
But loses his soul?
On his dying day will he weep in regret
Or see a hero going home?