Money

Listen to yourself speak

You are truly the only one listening

Be yourself, society keeps repeating

just as long as you do it their way

You petty artist, your dreams are disgusting and pathetic

This is what we tell our children

You must grow up to be doctors, lawyers and scholars

If you don't have a PHD don't bother coming home for Christmas

You should be more like your cousin

Sure, her  prick husband hits her, cheats on her,

but she has a lot of money, that makes her a winner

Perhaps they are the poor ones

After all, all they have is money

Go fuck yourself with your fancy homes and luxury cars

I'll settle for a happy life, with people I love most

Go ahead and love your money

That's all you have left

Can you even tell me who you really are

So I don't buy into their first class bullshit

Because under all those diamonds and pearls

Is a vodka drenched, Vicodin comatose old hag

And you my dear

Are a child with the world at her feet