Man of Luxury
Filled with anger and ambition I see all those riches
If I attained all that I'd be at ease
Oh the pain and inconvenience from my small little cottage
Obligation sorrow and fatigue
Maybe I could labor with such industry
Find the greatness that'd give me tranquility inside
I believe
But then someday I'll be a man of luxury
Through the toil and the pain I'll attain felicity
Cater to those I despise, and serve those I hate for convenience of body and mind
But then someway it's not the same as a life of tranquility
And all of that time was for meaningless utility
Would you believe me if I said, as I lie on my deathbed
That I don't wish I worked so very hard
But then someway it's not the same as a life of tranquility
And all of that time was for meaningless utility
Would you believe me if I said, as I lie on my deathbed
That I don't wish I worked so very hard
Autor(es): The Benevolent Dictators
