i want to be rich and i want lots of money,i don't care about clever I don't care about funny.
i want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds,i heard people die while they are trying to find them.
i don't know whats right and what's real anymore,and i don't know how i'm meant to feel anymore.
and when do you think it will all become clear?,because i'm being taking over by The Fear.
forget about guns and forget ammunition, because i'm killing them all on my own little mission
now i'm not a saint but i'm not a sinner,now everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner.