You can see he likes money but he hides it from you   Always gets to stressin' when it comes to choosin'   What he can do to become better than you   But the Angel of Death has got plans for him too      Despite the panic in his eye he thinks he's all but won   Minute after minute never has any fun   It's secondary to becoming number one   His mind is always racing but his visions are numb      Professing all his wisdom he feels jaded and week   A genius wouldn't work himself harder than needed   Perhaps his plan is lacking simplicity   God forbid he'd just relax and let things be      Let him teach you more about the way things should be   It's fascinating he considers himself free   Evidently too important has to always be seen   Taking center stage and stealing the scene      Oh me, oh my! He believes he may be living in a dream   Fantasy; fallacy, and nothing here is as it seems      He thinks of growing old but it's not guaranteed   The way he shortens life with his insanity   Running in a circle at his fastest speed   He's not convinced he should be spreading those genes      Night after night he never gets any sleep   Plenty time catch up when he's six feet deep   Never stop to think that it could be a mistake   To never slow it down for someone else's sake      He's alarmed by the sun, confused by the rain   Still wants the human race to see them one in the same   But just like him they're too distracted playing the game   Y'know the one that never ends the one with no name      He's got it all figured out of that there's no doubt   He's counting down the seconds 'till he shouts it aloud   But he's stressin' 'cause he's guessin' he can pull it together   Driving for the sun he doesn't know any better