Songtext von Skinflynt

There are times when a loving parent Can spoil their child with earthly things A heartfelt gift of a mom's endearment Placed at the feet of her little king But the king, in a tantrum Demands more for his enter sanctum And he, by his highness Makes his request with little shyness A man is the sum of what's he's done Not that which he has owned And his friends will grow from toil And from the seeds that he's sown But his friends will fall away If he's got self intent And alone he'll rule a thrown With no empowerment Forever a skinflynt In a lifelong scheme of obtaining more And more and more he's lost one thing You must give some to take a little Or a stench of greed is all you'll bring And the stench is an odor That can't be cleansed from a greed promoter And married, a reputation of self-indulgent infatuation