They wanted to be richer than you
Sweet until it's over, sweet until it's too real
Like a body carried by the sand
Those girls had nothing and mimed on command
Like water waste
He's still alive sinking like a dream
His diamond life banks on the stream
And the good boys with their tired facts
Four months was nothing to take it all back
Like water waste
You will get the strap
You'll find a nap
You will get the...