Money To Burn

She don’t want to hear you cryin' again
Callin' out your existential pain
Comes a time when every sensitive brain
Needs a taste of reality
Yeah, the money markets are wreckin' your head
You shoulda bought commodities instead
Now you spend your whole day living in dread
Of impending mortality
My friend, tell me what it’s gonna take
To make you understand?
You can still do anything you want
When you’re free to write the plan
When you gonna realise how lucky you are?
You could be a boy child soldier in sombody’s war
Find that you’re a sex-trade prisonr with nowhere to turn
All I hear is one white male with money to burn
And a whole lot to learn
Money to burn, so much to learn
It’s true that you’re a self-made mystical man
Never had a daddy’s helping hand
Every little thing that’s at your command
Was the fruit of invention