The rising moon faces the sickening sun,

as the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,

A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--

Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity--

Sits back in his new leather chair

ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast.

I'm smiling through my teeth.

Anybody can be a millionaire,

so everybody's gotta try

but by the laws of this human jungle

only the heartless will survive.