Stop telling me
Ways to be a loaded man
I don’t want to be like you
Slave of money

The president of a company
Laughed at someone kidnapped
Today I saw his name on the newspaper
He died naked on a dark corner

Stop telling me
How to be a social guy
I don’t want to be like you
Slave of fame

A Hollywood superstar
Cries in the dead of the night
Under her mask of a sweet smile
She couldn’t see her real side

Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
To live like this
To be the slave of fame and wealth