The New Millionaires Letra

You can spen da queque in a morningAnd go hungry the same afternoonSometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstormAre the quarters of the moon.You know for every one way to sit upThere must be five hundred ways to begAnd how can you ever be a man of standingWith a chain wrapped around your legs.Lust like Arbogast on the top two stairsYou´re waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares.Living on your savings, saving up your prayersCome on down, the new Millionaires.The famous say walk in their footstepsBut don´t you go tread on their toes.And if you wait for luck to open upYou´ll be waiting there to see it close.Well I think it was a viscountOr it might have been a PrinceWhen he said enjoy your leisureHe did nothing to convince us