(Composed by Jon Foreman)
Everyone dies,
Everyone loves a fight
Nothing is sound,
Nothing is right side right
Evening comes when the sun goes down in red
Nothing is cool
When will all the fighting end?
When will all the fighting end?
Happy is a yuppie word
Nothing in the world could fail me now
It's empty as an argument
I'm running down a life that won't cash out
cash out
Everything fails
Everything runs its course
A time and a place, for all of this love and war
Everyone buys, everyone's got a price
Nothing is new, when will all the failures rise
When will all the failures rise, rise
Happy is a yuppie word
Nothing in the world could fail me now
It's empty as an argument
I'm running down a life that won't cash out
Happy is a yuppie word
Blessed is the man who's lost it all
Happy is a yuppie word, word
Looking for an orphanage
I'm looking for a bridge I can't burn down
I don't believe the emptiness
I'm looking for the kingdom coming down
Everything is meaningless
I want more than simple cash can buy
Happy is a yuppie word
Happy is a yuppie word
Happy is a yuppie word
Happy is a yuppie,
Nothing is sound
Nothing is sound
Nothing is sound
Nothing is sound
Nothing is sound
Nothing is sound
Nothing is sound
Happy is a yuppie word
Nothing in the world could fail me now
Happy is a yuppie word, word
So come down, yeah
So come down, yeah
So come down, yeah
