I don’t know what’s going through my head
I have two of everything I need
Rich indeed
Lying in my nine foot, six inch bed
Thumbing through my first edition reads
Concience freed
But along with my possessions
My one hundred inch TV
Comes the spectre of depression
And my insecurity
The voice says stop the speculation
Leave your ego on the shelf
You can fool the population
But you’ll never fool yourself
I don’t need your reassurance
I’m quite happy up here on my own
All alone
In my tower of abundance
With all its riches and its throne
That I own
Just remember all their sayings
Leave your grade outside the room
You’ll never hear the tune that’s playing
Far outside the corporate womb
A voice says stop the speculation
Leave your ego on the shelf
You can fool the population
But you’ll never fool yourself
And when my ego takes a beating
I just think about the great unwashed
Not so posh
Choosing heating over eating
Mais Qu’ils mangent de la brioche
Fancy nosh
But along with my possessions
My one hundred inch TV
Comes the spectre of depression
And my insecurity
The voice says stop the speculation
Leave your ego on the shelf
You can fool the population
But you’ll never fool yourself
You can fool the population
But you’ll never fool yourself