Fucking bastards, you are living in your expensive houses
driving your wonderful cars and fucking your whores
Future assured, money guaranteed
You can clean your assholes with banknotes, if you want
You are marching on my insecurity and misery
Cause, I'm just an ignorant piece of shit for you
Yes, you're right, it's true
But you are not better, you're a piece a shit too
Just for a fact that I'm not able to make money
I must live in anguish, risking suicide every day
while your account in bank is growing
I'm more and more crushed by rules that you dictate
