[00:05.04]The moon is hanging in the purple sky[00:13.83]The baby's sleeping while its mother sights[00:23.39]Talking 'bout the rich folks[00:27.27]Rich folks have the same jokes[00:30.49]And they park in basic places[00:36.48]The priest is preaching from a shallow grave[00:45.01]He counts his money[00:46.98]then he paints you saved[00:54.64]Talking to the young folks[00:58.06]Young folks share the same jokes[01:01.52]But they meet in older places[01:07.31]So don't tell me about your success[01:15.86]Nor your recipes for my happiness[01:23.06]Smoke in bed[01:24.61]I never could digest[01:28.67]Those illusions you claim to have going[01:36.25]The sun is shining,as it's always done[01:44.63]Coffin dust is the fate of everyone[01:53.90]Talking 'bout the rich folks[01:57.83]The poor create the rich hoax[02:01.39]And only late breast-fed fools believe it[02:08.35]So don't tell me about your success[02:16.70]Nor your recipes for my happiness[02:23.66]Smoke in bed[02:29.60]Those illusions you claim to have going[02:36.38]Those illusions you claim to have going[02:43.29]Those illusions you claim to have going