Milk and honey,
a Beamer and a Bently
girls come to play,
any wealth you could imagine
could be found inside your home,
to have you sign on the dotted line.
Disregard the fine print,
and put your name in black and blue,
with help to those who help themselves
give their helpless help to you.
But after its evaporated
the sun has set
and your taste is not sated
then what have you gained
but their world of pain,
and the world again
in debt to the man.
All you own is what you know
and you can't even take that with you.
So would you leave a legacy,
or a pile of shit to move?
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