Investor brand
That took the hand
The artist sits on
the cents he’s made
When it’s a man’s name
You won’t be sorry
The loaf of bread you once found plenty
There goes the tiny room
That once was pure
But not no more
Investor brand
That slaps the hand
The artist sits on
The cents he’s made
When it’s a man’s name
Dreams grow
There goes the tiny room
You once found pure
You can’t complain
Investor man
He wants the book
Two-headed man
And the handshake took
You want the same old brain
And that life back
Wrong race
But go ahead and run
It’s the wrong race
But you can still run

INVIA LE CORREZIONI