Hey mister economy man
Come close, let me give you a hand
Help you better understand
The shallow land, on which you stand

Pretty hair-do, classy car
Table waiting in every bar
People treat you like a star
Whilst your ambitions hills they scar

Lanes as rivers made of tar
Pearl Necklaces, headlights of cars
Smoke stacks grey, old and far
Every day you raise the bar

You sit here telling me ‘about all of your might
How every man should be as bright
How every woman should never loose sight
Of her potential to solve all plite

But all this energy, wits and skill
You point to making toys that kill
To listen and bug a common man’s meal
Do you ever think how it feels?

Someday you’ll understand
Your own actions, you wont pretend
Ask forgiveness while you can
Before mortality marks your end

‘Cause the longer you’ll wait, asking why
The harder the blow, the louder you’ll cry
On your day of judgement, your trail
While your horrors’ projected on to the sky

But now, that I scolded you well
It may be time for me to tell
I’m an economy man as well
I plot and scheme for a wishing well

Where I can ask for anything
Big boats, airplanes, babes on swings
Peace and love, fresh water streams
Yes, I admit, I got me some dreams