Testo di Richman

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