You think that you are so righteous

Standing on top of your ivory tower

Looking at us poor peasants

Being drenched from early morning showers

But in all reality it is you who is poor

In both spirit and truth

And I can’t wait until you eyes are opened

Learn from the one who suffered from nail and tooth

I guess this is goodbye

I’m sorry this had to be like this

But you asked it upon yourself

And now all I can do is watch

You drive your life into the ground