I'm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.
I'm 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, I'm a material boy.
There's nothing in this world I don't think I need.
Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.
There'll always be new stuff to buy
and I'll 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 won't hear it.
I'll have a boat, new TV and car.
And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.
Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.
There'll always be new stuff to buy
and I'll expand my needs somehow.
I'll expand my needs somehow I swear.
| 1 | No Cigar |
| 2 | Fox |
| 3 | Mr. Clean |
| 4 | Bullion |
| 5 | Battery Check |
| 6 | Detox |
| 7 | Farewell My Hell |
| 8 | Twenty Two |
| 9 | Fingers Crossed |
| 10 | Happiness For Dogs |