Hamilton - Big Scary

It’s the time of the year when the morning keeps you under the sheets

It’s the time of the year when the darkness is falling with a fake

In a moment we will all be just a bright spark

Forgetting all our memories in place for an endless dark

And I can’t believe you think money

Will save yourself from all that’s coming your way

If the coffee gets cold put it in a hole and call out my name

Push the people aside, mishear and let the maker take the blame

Oh these cardboard, mystical, heaven-held sources of gold

Foreign mister calls my name hear it back on the radio

And I can’t believe you think money

Will save yourself from all that’s coming

The future won’t remember kindly

Your kids will hate you, your wives will leave you this way