I see you collecting To fill the empty space Distract from the darkness That you can't bear to face I'd rather go on poor Than live that for a day ‘Cause where is the comfort Piling up in the dust? The toys that shine now Will only turn to rust And I'd rather wear my rags Than dress up in your clothes How do you measure the richer man? By the wines in his cellar or his yachts? You will not fit your SUV Into that waiting 7 x 2 foot box I ain't no preacher man I buy into it too The eye of the needle Don't ever let me through We're in this shit together Surrounded and enslaved How do you measure the richer man? Palatial homes or high-end stocks? You will not fit your plasma screen Into that waiting 7 x 2 foot boxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
