Lyrics: Peter Bjorn And John. Writer's Block. Poor Cow.

When all is gone, and things go wrong,
We don't need them anymore.
The artifacts and all they lack,
We don't need them anymore.

I don't have the means, and so it seems
For now I can't participate.
But I've waited long,
Now the dollar's strong again,
I still can't participate.

When we don't consume it seems we are immune
To all of the thoughts they sell,
You know as well as I, that's a lie...

'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.
I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.

And when I die, the angels will try
To count all my belongings.
To measure my worth, pure gold, solid dirt,
To see if I'm worth keeping.

But the house I rent and the car I drive,
I'm sorry but they ain't mine.
You know as well as I, that's no lie...

'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.
I want to spend, I want to spend,
In a never-ending story, but it always ends.
And it always ends, and it always ends...