You've lost your mind, in your dreams
You broke the bank to get rich
It's so sad, and it hurts
You thought you've ALL THE MONEY, but you've thought wrong

You'll blow your last fuse
When you've lost all your proofs
Well your stupid proclamation is the BULL of the first division

Let's get this straight:
You're just being a tart
Let's get this straight:
You never got a ticket of your own

(Kill Joy, Stink Guy)
You brain should be deep-fried
It's just a marketing ploy
You can't buy the new toys
To amaze me, or disgrace me
But now you can kiss the cash goodbye

Feels good, I am satisfied
You're so poor now, you could die (I think you could)

You're just saying this shite
To make us lie in fright
Do you feel good? (feel good)

Don't say that you've won it so soon
You're ticket's robbed by a goon
So don't croon out in advance
If I won, I will just act coy
Lay low, run then hide

I am not pleased
With the claims such as these
I can't even burn the money
With a blow torch
Was the life that you had much worse then this:
DARK!

Let's get this straight:
You're just being a tart
Let's get this straight:
You never got a ticket (You never did)
Of your own (Right from the start)

Insane
Should be put inside
Buy the blowup dolls if you need a new groom and a bride
You are so unemployed
Make your claims null and void
Make me feel good
I feel good...