For the Hell of It

Want it all Want it now Afraid of the beauty that we'll never see Playing with death because it's better than What we've been told our lives are gonna be Want it all Take your pick That might keep you busy for a little bit Every single one of us a hypocrite Losing out on heaven for the hell of it Tell me something Do you need it What's been promised Is deceiving I know you feel it You've been dreaming of a freedom for everyone but you still need it That money money money money Don't we all Always one knuckle knocking the devils door More than plenty of nothing Seems to hold the attention While the flowers are growing If you look for a moment They're right here waiting for you Come get some when you've done what you need to do