Buy the most expensive coffin

buy the life that you desire

buy the most beautiful lover

buy the friends that you don't have.

Swing and move just like a peacock

filled with nothing crowned with gold



Buy respect and some ideals

until you have no soul to sell.

Hide your misery and sorrow

behind the vanity of your dreams

buy the hopes of your tomorrow

it's a bargain, they come cheap.



And when death will come to claim you

I'll be watching from afar

when all your gold will turn to dust

Oh, what a nice corpse you are!