When you've paid your debts
And quit your cigarettes
You'll still puff out your chest
And wish you were the best You'll still feel underfed
While having too much bread
I think that I can bet
Why Phillip Hoffman's dead You don't need more, no you don't need more but you want it all
How you want it all Give up the things you do, give up the things you do
Inform the nation, inform the nation too I can snap my fingers now
And everything everything everything comes
I can have what I want
But everything everything everything's wrong There are no evil men
Therefore no victims
Just frightened little boys
Who say they have no choice Since father up and left
Mother filled her bed
Just to pay the debts
For Phillip Hoffman's d**h I can snap my fingers now
And everything everything everything comes
I can have what I want
But everything everything everything's wrong