Once upon a time in the strangest of places
A child was born, who didn't need braces
A genius at school and great at sports
A hit with the girls, a winner of all sorts
He graduated high school top of his class
And was off to college when he stopped for gas
An old man came out and looked at him funny
He Said, "Son, life ain't all about makin' money."
The boy scoffed, filled his tank, and got back on the road
"Fuck that old man, yeah what does he know?
Money is my goal, and no one can stop me"
Success is what matters! he thought confidently.
Oh, it's a long and winding road
None of us know where we'll go
So keep your eyes on what is right
And turn your gaze into the light
The wind began gusting, the weather had soured
Still he carried on, not one to be cowered
Dark clouds loomed above him and the thunder it roared
Raindrops fought against him like an angry insect horde
His car screeched to a halt, his path now impeded
A tree now laid sideways, this delay was unneeded
Set your heart on what is pure
And know that life is not for sure
Whether power, wealth or fame
Worry not bout what you'll gain
Out stepped the old man, dressed sharp as a tack
Yelled "Stop" to the sky and the clouds were held back
He turned to the young man and let out a laugh
"Now son, would you like to rectify your gaffe?"
"You always talk of money like it's a guarantee.
Acting like the world owes you is a fallacy
The only thing I can do is show you my wrath
Because you are a motherfucking psychopath."