It's six o'clock 
Good morning sounds are everywhere 
The warmth of spring 
gentle breeze blows through my hair 

I hurry through my life 
Never stopping to see 
How beautiful 
It was meant to be 

I'm just a prisoner 
In a king's disguise 
Broken dreams as we shuffle by 

It's six o'clock, it's quitting time 
I'm done for the day 
Out on the streets 
I overheard a lady say 
We now have everything 
Or so people say 
But now this emptiness 
Haunts me every day 
We seek the lion's share 
Never knowing why [bad word] alive spread your wings and fly 

Pieces of eight 
The search for the money tree 
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold 
Pieces of eight 
Can't buy you everything 
Don't let it turn your heart to stone 

[2 MINUTE [bad word]  

Pieces of eight 
The search for the money tree 
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold 
Pieces of eight 
Treasures filled with emptiness 
Don't let it turn your heart to stone 

Pieces of eight 
The search for the money tree 
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold 
Pieces of eight 
Treasures filled with emptiness 
Don't let it turn your heart to stone