‘I haven’t found the formula to measure my distress
The tick-tock of my heart-clock tells my mind I’m so depressed
I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls
Is it something rare or new or is it something old?
Is it something old?’

‘Such a silent world and an empty road
Behind that world is a pot of gold…
I’m sick of greedy people who just want a piece of me
They’re all so clever and so bright and modern to the T
You smell them from a mile away but I don’t really care
When it comes down to the facts I laugh and walk away….’

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/9592481/the_shirts_laugh_and_walk_away/