You can see he likes money but he hides it from you

Always gets to stressin' when it comes to choosin'

What he can do to become better than you

But the Angel of Death has got plans for him too



Despite the panic in his eye he thinks he's all but won

Minute after minute never has any fun

It's secondary to becoming number one

His mind is always racing but his visions are numb



Professing all his wisdom he feels jaded and week

A genius wouldn't work himself harder than needed

Perhaps his plan is lacking simplicity

God forbid he'd just relax and let things be



Let him teach you more about the way things should be

It's fascinating he considers himself free

Evidently too important has to always be seen

Taking center stage and stealing the scene



Oh me, oh my! He believes he may be living in a dream

Fantasy; fallacy, and nothing here is as it seems



He thinks of growing old but it's not guaranteed

The way he shortens life with his insanity

Running in a circle at his fastest speed

He's not convinced he should be spreading those genes



Night after night he never gets any sleep

Plenty time catch up when he's six feet deep

Never stop to think that it could be a mistake

To never slow it down for someone else's sake



He's alarmed by the sun, confused by the rain

Still wants the human race to see them one in the same

But just like him they're too distracted playing the game

Y'know the one that never ends the one with no name



He's got it all figured out of that there's no doubt

He's counting down the seconds 'till he shouts it aloud

But he's stressin' 'cause he's guessin' he can pull it together

Driving for the sun he doesn't know any better