f**ing ba*tards, you are living in your expensive houses Driving your wonderful cars and f**ing your who*es Future a**ured, money guaranteed You can clean your a**holes with banknotes, if you want You are marching on my insecurity and misery 'Cause, I'm just an ignorant piece of sh** for you Yes, you're right, it's true But you are not better, you're a piece a sh** too Just for a fact that I'm not able to make money I must live in anguish, risking suicide every day While your account in bank is growing I'm more and more crushed by rules that you dictate