My son is A Millionaire
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Hail the heavens, listen
Hall the Universe here I come My world is not the best
My God-come to my rest
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Son is a Millioniare.
My daughter a Billionaire
Them are waiting for me to die
To Give me a flamboyant Burial
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They would show the world they Care
They would tell the world they miss me
Whereas in real life they don't
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I walk around with torned shoes
I wear weather beaten dresses I Literally beg for a meal
No Money for pain to heal
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To Show Friends, how much they Cared When I die,
They wiIl rebuild this my old house
Where as a life none of them cared To Called to check on me.
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Children! Children!! Children!!! Children Give Parents glamour lives
Don't walt for them to die To Pretend with a flambo burial.
[Bridge]
[Guitar Solo]
[Pre Chorus]
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