Buy the most expensive coffinbuy the life that you desirebuy the most beautiful loverbuy the friends that you don't have.Swing and move just like a peacockfilled with nothing crowned with goldBuy respect and some idealsuntil you have no soul to sell.Hide your misery and sorrowbehind the vanity of your dreamsbuy the hopes of your tomorrowit's a bargain, they come cheap.And when death will come to claim youI'll be watching from afarwhen all your gold will turn to dustOh, what a nice corpse you are!