作曲 : Atkins, Hammer
Look at yourself life in extreme you're a symbol of wealth and luxury fashionable clothes champagne on ice that your definition of paradise
You'd sell your soul for glamour and trade your heart for gold you've got eccentric manners you're in control on top of the hill what you don't know is that you're mentally ill
Cause your mins is where the money is and it never changes you go blind when you feel the bliss of the ghost that huants your mind your blind
Valuable friends prestigious might they'll be gone with the wind when money's tight in the eyes of the man on the street it all seems so absurd your selfish greed
Material goods mislead us the rich will tax the poor we bite the hands that feed us and ask for more it's tearing you up when money talks you can't get enough [Chorus]
Can you feel it when it tears your soul into pieces
One day the score will be equal again and the rich will descend from his throne you can't buy your way into heaven my friend you see fate has its price on its own
You've been blinded you just can't hide it you can't hide it [Chorus]