but a lowly mollusk in the sea of life, filled with strife, extract with a dull knife, these painful memories. dear god show me mercy, don't leave me in jersey. never been higher, never back broker, yes i'm a stroker. millions today, billions to play, that was yesterday. tomorrow is proper, to live like a pauper, a billion on paper, just part of the caper. a salad tossed up, a beer in my cup, a whine from the wife, dear god please end me, my life. leave me cold, leave me dry, call me up to your village in the sky. let me play with pennies all day, i won't fib about a mining delay. we'll dig into kimber, light samples to shine, a nacho platter to accompany my wine. a nascar stock car to circle around, as i look from above on my lowly mound. thinking back when, all day i frowned, now feeling pearly with my boy who's been crowned. emperor of vast things and lord of the realm, stay on the path, remain at the helm.
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