We've been raised By our fathers To be hard as fuck To be living machines Working right from the start They filled us up with money Instead of giving us love All they wanted was a champ Something to be proud of And you just did What daddy wanted you to do!? It's not your fault!? But somehow you now seem to like What you do Now you're the rich guy Driving in a big ass car Profit over all Money became your god You can't feel happyness or love I just hope you'll find out That in the end cash counts Nothing at all! Nothing Nothing at all! A world of wealth and blindness Decorated with gold Is still a pile of shit once the curtain falls Cause when the ferryman's cry Starts to weaken your bones Your worthless gold won't save your ass From going six feet down From going six feet down