The noise is always beautiful when it finally stops
Just the silence and the residue. The lingering debt drops
The miracle is volume, the magic is the price
And every fleeting item is offered up as sacrifice
They confuse the effort with the meaning, the burden with the grace
They think they found salvation in a brightly decorated place
I see no manger, no wise men, no shepherds on the hill
Just a thousand hungry mouths that commerce has to fill
And when they ask me for the truth, the answer is always clean
It’s the most simple equation this sad world has ever seen
THAT'S THE TRUE MEANING. It is paid in cash and card!
A fragile kind of peace purchased, handled very hard
THAT'S THE TRUE MEANING. The promise of the spring
Is nothing but the clearance sales that January will bring!
They wrap the bills in paper, they hide the cost in light
Pretending that this ritual will make their future bright
They want a blessing on the shopping, a justification, cheap and quick
But the blessing only goes to those who own the final brick
They built their faith on trinkets, and I respect the strength of their desire
But desire is just fuel, and the cost is always higher
And when they ask me for the truth, the answer is always clean
It’s the most simple equation this sad world has ever seen
THAT'S THE TRUE MEANING. It is paid in cash and card!
A fragile kind of peace purchased, handled very hard
THAT'S THE TRUE MEANING. The promise of the spring
Is nothing but the clearance sales that January will bring!
The joy... it's just dopamine. The feeling... it is brief
The only thing that lasts is the final printed leaf
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