Who Do You Think You Are?
You call yourself a millionaire?
Ask us if we really care.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Someone special, a superstar?
You think the world revolves for you.
Let me tell you, that just ain't true.
Maybe one day you'll finally learn,
With humble sweat you'll earn your turn.
You may be rich but you're no king.
Money can't buy you everything.
Wealth is not a monetary state.
Dollars don't matter at the pearly gate.
Politicians, CEOs
Actors, Musicians, Athletic Pros.
Just sit back and count your dough,
Don't give back, to hell you'll go.
So much greed and opulence,
Fools that feed on indulgence.
Hippocrates bleed their arrogance.
Reap their seeds from innocence.
The world's in need of reverence,
A formal creed of selflessness.
Men should heed their lack of sense.
Humility breeds a consciousness.
One of these days it might sink in.
The life you live to God's a sin.
Edacity's become a social scar.
Just who the hell do you think you are?
Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney
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