In days of yore,
When some insane dictator...

In moody thickets roams fog,
Uncured and fluffy like a dog...

Computer freaks,
Like many other geeks...

Oh, how gorgeous is the gorge
With jagged insides, and a leprose underside...

When rocking on the waves of insecurity,
And lacking in emotional maturity...

When money flows from me to other folks,
I see but smiles on the mugs of blokes...

Since I was a kid
Racism has been...

If up until today you aren\'t famous
And if it looks like you will never be...

I'll never grant my thunderous applause
To men who fight for an unworthy cause...

They say to me that it' not me you love,
But things that I am in possession of...

No matter what you strive to own,
On winds of time it will be blown...

Why is it so hard for us to earn,
But spending comes without really trying...