Million dollar mansions and fifty thousand dollar cars
Gallivanting with all the high and mighty stars
Is this what I want? No, I'd much rather live on Mars.

What is life when all you have are riches?
All money brings are more ungrateful bitches.
Love a Rolls-Royce cannot repair
I'd much rather go with my family and friends to a county fair

There is no room for drama because all it brings is pain
Tell me, what is it from drama that all of those Paris wannabes gain?
It doesn't put food on the table and it doesn't pay the bills
All it does is cause people to overdose on sleeping pills

While Paris and Colin are making sex tapes and paparazzi are chasing stars
Our soldiers are fighting thousands of miles away and keeping us safe from those barbaric boars
Do you think Britney and Kevin ever stop to think what would happen
if their fellow human beings weren't out there and destroying the scum with which we're dealin?

It's time for more people to think about the things that matter
Otherwise, our brains will turn into five day old pancake batter
Open up your eyes and let the light shine in
because if you don't, just imagine all of the trouble that will begin

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