With empty pockets full of laughter

I set my eyes on bars of gold

Went to the market of hereafter

Where truths are bought and lies are sold

It would hurt to hear that I was after

Half a million dollars every year

If I ever traded truth for laughter

I'd forgotten why I was put here

I gave up looking for some meaning

Within the vault of old cliches

And pocket change could buy no healing

For all the broken hearts I'd trade

It would hurt to hear that I was after

Half a million dollars every year

So if I ever traded truth for laughter

I'd forgotten why You put me here

Sitting in a hotel room in London

There's a million reasons I should care

I'm waiting for the night life to begin

So I won't remember why I was put here

It would hurt to hear that I was after

Half a million dollars every year

Choosing to replace the truth for laughter

I'd forgotten why You brought me here