Filthy Rich (I Don't Wanna Be) de Pm Dawn

(4:07) (A. Cordes/T.Nakamura) "Firefly" performed by Teruo Nakamura
and The Rising Sun used under license from #1 Harrison St.
Productions Inc. MCA Music Publishers, A Division of MCA Inc.
(ASCAP)/Mayumi Music (BMI)

Uh, yeah, That's alright. (Chorus) I don't wanna be like you,
filthy rich... I don't wanna be like you, filthy rich... I don't
wanna be like you, filthy rich... I don't wanna be like you, filthy
rich... If you tried to explain, I wouldn't understand. Even if you
twist my arm, I don't know. I'm falling through five different
frames of distortion. Knowing me disturbing its flow... I'm using
blind, I'm using fault. I'm using all that's within my reach. What
conducts patterns of electricity that leave me wandering oblivion's
beach... OK, wait a minute, what's the big deal. I'm not allowed to
be composed of love. Consider questions of a lonely man. From
clashes to ashes and greed to dust, OK, fine, where's the big wall,
it surpasses me. But it's decayed through time. Consider quotes
from the understand when it takes. To condition your mind to be
filthy rich... (Chorus) I'm entering never, confusing the elements.
Pondering all that needs to be done. Shamena life is performing an
exorcism. To rid me of all my guns. At innocence best is simply
wild, as intense as it can only crawl... I see my mind, it's still
descending, at least for now I'm controlling it's fall... OK, hold
it, why the big smiles. It scrambles warnings and signals touch...
Consider the passion for a thousand miles, When the shady strides
become a bit too much... OK, stop where's the big find. I'm waiting
for someone to tell me the deal. Consider yourself so wealthy
without ever knowing how it feels to be filthy rich... (Chorus)
Finding you, fighting you, and pleasing. All that gives me mine.
It's getting dark and it's time to go. When facts to feathers
destroy the lines... OK, kool, but what's the big reason. Tell me
the tricks to having loads of Fliz. Consider the silence of the
soul. 'Cause filthy rich is just what it is, filthy rich...
(Chorus)