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