I'm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal. I'm breaking my heart, as my compassion to the third world turned to greed. Bye bye, real McCoy, no ideals as if I was royal. Now, I'm a material boy. There's nothing in this world I don't think I need.
Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping. There'll always be new stuff to buy and I'll expand my needs somehow.
I bought an iMac and mouse, a phone to go with my new spirit. Next step might be a house, six bedrooms and a pool just for me. I will live like a Tsar, the beggars chant won't hear it. I'll have a boat, new TV and car. And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.
Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping. There'll always be new stuff to buy and I'll expand my needs somehow. I'll expand my needs somehow I swear.
