IŽm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.
IŽm breaking my heart, as my compassion to the third world
turned to greed.
Bye bye, real McCoy, no ideals as if I was royal.
Now, IŽm a material boy.
ThereŽs nothing in this world I donŽt think I need.
Now IŽm shopping, IŽm not stopping.
ThereŽll always be new stuff to buy
and IŽll expand my needs somehow.
I bought an iMac and mouse, a phone to go with my new spirit.
Next step might be a house, six bedrooms and a pool just for me.
I will live like a Tsar, the beggars chant wonŽt hear it.
IŽll have a boat, new TV and car.
And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.
Now IŽm shopping, IŽm not stopping.
ThereŽll always be new stuff to buy
and IŽll expand my needs somehow.
IŽll expand my needs somehow I swear.
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