Broken bottles are shattered, bloody, sharp
Just like broken dreams
The jagged foundations of a rich man's paradise
Are splitting at the seams
Quietly we'll dig a shallow grave
Using the finest silver shovel
Crafted from all the silver spoons
Stolen from every "third world" hovel
This one screams your name Rich Man
This one screams for you
Let us lay rumor to rest
Does your blood run blue?