Laught, try to laught
About yourself, and about death
And please, don't be shy
An honored man should learn how and when to cry
Your bank account has strangely swelled
But you don't have a soul to tell
You had made it on your own
Laught together, cry alone

And if you want your cars in rows,
Grab the cash with both of your claws
And dig yourself a massive hole
In which youll play the only role

And if you try to buy some time,
You would remain without a dime
Sleeping in a dirty bad
Apart from all the shit you had

Best of vertues is pretence
Its good its usefull to the race
And when success would undertow
You will remain with nothing to live for

Living somewhere on a hill
Improving thus your digging skills
Improving them cause they are your prime
I bet they'll use your will in prior time