Can you see the day,
When everyone can say they've got one?
A cloud is moving in,
Blotting out your landmine vision
So many are afraid,
Concealing all their secret weapons
You can see it in their eyes,
Like the brake lights on a highway glisten
Three billion is a lot,
It's impossible to separate them
A career is made and lost,
In sorting out the devastation
What you get you've got,
The rest can be imagination
A career is mad and lost
Here comes the instant celebration
A career is made and lost
Here comes the instant celebration
Careful where you step
There may be a mine under there