We watch our lives flash past
And we can't rewind
All these knots in our lives
If only we could untie them
So tell me how it works
Tell me how it works
Tell me how it works
Tell me how it works
Anyway, we march in line
In a group or not, we walk alone
Like it or not, we've got a market value
From cradle to shroud
Walk or die but walk straight
Walk backward or don't walk
And business works
Health, family and the rest, that works
Tell me how it works
Tell me how it works
I know it ain't always how we want
Not always how we wish
But I'd like happy golden years
Tell me how it works
I wonder, after all these years
I know well where I'm not going, but not yet where I'd like to go
I can guess that if I let go
I'd better take the leap
I'd be wrong not to try
If I wanted, I could even stop
By the way, why must barriers always be crossed
Why am I scared of being overtaken
I don't know but what I do know
Is that if I'm scared I'm not last
As if there was only one finish line
Only one road we must take
All I know is I don't know
Yeah step by step, yeah step by step
All I know is I don't know
Head in her phone
Without headphones you'd think she's crazy
Without Google you'd think she's dumb
And without filters you'd think she's hot
It's way too easy to judge, way too easy to judge
If her goal in life is to look like Gigi
But without surgery she's more Gégé than Gigi
If school taught us to take great selfies
To start life better, to start life better
Without knowing where we're going
Without even knowing where we'll end up
Without knowing where we are
Without even knowing where it'll end
Head in her phone
Without headphones you'd think she's crazy
Without Google you'd think she's dumb
And without filters you'd think she's hot
What matters is what's in the heart
And what's in the account
Money doesn't make you happy, no
It funds bombs
Being pretty when you've got money
Money rots people and makes them gorgeous at the same time
We're not all equal when it comes to beauty
It's so easy to feel tall when you watch them parade
Before you learn a trade
First you gotta learn to retouch the photo on a résumé
Head in her phone
Without headphones you'd think she's crazy
Without Google you'd think she's dumb
And without filters you'd think she's hot