Letra da Música: Richman - Dieci Sesti

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