THROWNAWAY

(words and music written by Ez Jon Erikson

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This building stood for a hundred years

Survived two world wars

They call it development

They're tearing it down

Some fat cat's getting richer

Yet the public does not need

Another shopping centre in this town

 

Thrown away by this world

By society

Is nothing sacred anymore?

Thrown away by those we trust

By the ones closest to us

No nothing's sacred anymore

Anymore

 

We long for what we have not

Yet disregard possessions

Always look to a brighter day to come

Appreciation of the here and now

Is clouded by obsessions

Then we attempt to recreate

Events long gone

 

Thrown away by this world

By society

Is nothing sacred anymore?

Thrown away by those we trust

By the ones closest to us

No nothing is sacred anymore

Oh anymore

 

Do we ever really know

What goes on in people's minds?

Driven by sexual power and wealth

How can I trust anyone

Family or friends

When I cannot even trust myself?

 

Thrown away by this world

By society

Is nothing sacred anymore?

Oh, thrown away by those we trust

Oh, by the ones closest to us

Oh nothing, nothing's sacred anymore

Anymore

Anymore