Where others are doing their best to drag you down
Who wants to be known as the tops of the town
Just leave me to live as unsung and unknown
I like it that way since my life is my own.
So many do lust after money and fame
They crave for more honors and a greater name
And that much does want more to most does apply
Why us humans are this way one has to wonder why?
The old bloke in brown hair dye covers his gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
But with a young beauty in her twenties he walks hand in hand
Why money speaks every language one can understand
And since kind things of him few do have to say
I do pity him in a sort of a way
And since the crave for wealth and fame as I've aged I've outgrown
I do like the life of the almost unknown.
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