Hear the rattling of the carriages again While the wizards all wave their wands Their golden cufflinks buying up the city now They're gonna send a wrecking ball, wrecking Cultures lying in pieces As the leaves all start to fall They got their diggers out Bet all get used to the sound They're gonna send a wrecking ball wrecking The age of mercenaries They sapped out energy Insipid minds have won Rapacious destruction Endless digits so they can take control Over tin pan alleys row All those memories crashing into rubble now They went and sent a wrecking ball wrecking You say it's a city of the future But future in who's eyes? So should I assume yet another bland street bloom Guess it's what happens when business means business The age of mercenaries They sapped out energy Insipid minds have won Rapacious destruction Always somewhere falls Underneath the hands of the money men Always some where falls Into the hands of the banal Yea the scene shone Then it fell below Just like creation Golden eras come and go And the scene shone Then it fell bellow Just like creation Golden eras come and go What are you hoping for? I guess it's what you see, not what you want to be What are you hoping for? You will never even know who you really are What are you hoping for? I guess it's what you see, not what you want to be What are you hoping for? Defining by digits The age of mercenaries They sapped out energy Insipid minds have won Rapacious destruction