Am                          Dm     E
  The moon is hanging in a purple sky
Am                            Dm     E
   Baby's sleeping while his mother sighs
Dm  E                 Am
   Talking about the rich folks
                            Dm
   The rich folks have the same jokes
             E             Am
   But they park in basic places


The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
Counts his money, then he paints you saved
Talking `bout the young folks
Young folks share the same jokes
But they meet in older places

CHORUS:
    Dm    E            Am
So don't tell me about your success
Dm         E              Am
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Dm        E             Am
Smoke in bed, I never could digest
        Dm       E                 Am
Those illusions you claim to have going


The sun is shining as it always done
Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
Talking about the rich folks
The poor create the rich hoax
And only late breast fed fools believe it

CHORUS:

Enjoy!!!
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