I´m leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.
I´m breaking my heart, as my compassion to the third world
turned to greed.
Bye bye, real McCoy, no ideals as if I was royal.
Now, I´m a material boy.
There´s nothing in this world I don´t think I need.

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Now I´m shopping, I´m not stopping.
There´ll always be new stuff to buy
and I´ll expand my needs somehow.
I swear

I bought an iMac and mouse, a phone to go with my new spirit.
Next step might be a house, six bedrooms and a pool just for me.
I will live like a Tsar, the beggars chant won´t hear it.
I´ll have a boat, new TV and car.
And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.

Now I´m shopping, I´m not stopping.
There´ll always be new stuff to buy
and I´ll expand my needs somehow.
I´ll expand my needs somehow I swear.