rich
as a son of a bitch
as the son of smog
you're lost in the fog
the fog of richness
proud of your business
proud of yourself
I wait for you in hell
the rich man wants to be a king
and when he can have everything
he will know what tomorrow brings
this is what he thinks
and the whole nowhere-land
it's under your command
you, the Lord of your truth
no one can afford you.
I can read it in your eyes:
even you have to die
hear! it's the deadly bell
you are waited in hell
the rich man wants to be a king
and when he can have everything
he will know what tomorrow brings
this is what he thinks
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