PolarLava::Blog

I Wanna Be Rich (Take 2)

I wanna be rich, and not have to work
I wanna sit by the pool, work on my tan
I wanna drive fast cars, pig out on caviar
I want nice clothes, high fashion modes
I wanna be famous for waste
Have friends in high places
And stocks to trade
I wanna big house and a beautiful wife


I wanna be two-faced and still be liked
Li to run people into the ground
If I get the chance — Step on you when you're down
Ruin you home life and laugh like hell
I wann be rich doing all my way
Be obnoxious — Live on the edge
Bu it outright, cash up front
Getting paid by the hour to go out to lunch
Use my car phone to phone home
Pay you peanuts to work you to the bone
Fly through the sky in my private jet
To go play on the beach in San Tropei


9/1/1983 - verse one
10/4/1987 - verse two

Living In A Nuclear Age

Looking out the window
Watchin little Johnny and his friends play games
Smiling, laughing, having fun
And they don't even understand

Can't even count the days
Don' know what to fear
Living in a nuclear age
Their days are numbered, unfortunately

'Cause we're livin'
In a nuclear age
Getting wasted by radiation


Summer 1983

You Got To Listen

No one ever seems to get
The meaning of what I say
Don't you listen to the words?
As they flow like blood from open veins

Somday you're gonna learn
You got to listen to what I say
And that moment will strike
And you will realize
You have listened
Instead of turning away


Summer 1983

I Wanna Be Rich

I wanna be rich — Jet set fame
I wanna impress — Upon your brain
I got that look — Makes you jealously insane
High fashion — Nice Clothes
Diamond Rings — Townhomes
Movie stars — Caviar

I wanna be rich with my stocks in trade
I'd drive a fast car — and be king of waste
Jet planes — Stereo's
A beautiful wife and a place called home
Limousines — Gold chains
A diamond chip — earring
See me on — Channel 3
I own the club with the mirrored seats


9/2/1983

Meltdown

Liquid Computers
Minds like these gave us the bomb
For once in my life I can't blame my mon
Sometimes I think about nuclear holocaust
Noting the feeling the cause is lost


Summer 1983