The Songs That We Sing

I saw a little girl, I stopped and smiled at her

I wish that you could've stayed that way
I'm dead and I'm perfectly content

Your life was at an end
Do they mean anything
And these songs that you sing
And these songs that I sing
Do they mean anything
I read a magazine that said by seventeen

Do they mean anything
People like you
If the cold doesn't kill her, money will
I saw a photograph, a woman in a bath
She screamed and ran away

To the people we're singing them to
Tonight they do

It happens to me more and more these days
To the people you're singing them to
People like you
And these songs that we sing
To the people I'm singing them to
Of hundred dollar bills

Tonight they do