PROFITEER
I wake up and you smell so sweet
I figure out, my life’s complete
The kid screams, so is on her feet
The feeling is mutual, so obsolete
I am mr.Black, this is my groove
Try to catch up, on my youth
No way to make up, for a last chance
It’s a game that has and end
It kills me, the pain
Feels like going insane
How much can I take
Untill, till I get a break
The odds of our creative life
To celebrate our own disguise
I ain’t giving in and ain’t bailing out
Knowing is loving, so make yourself proud
It kills me, the pain
Feels like going insane
How much can I take
Untill, till I get a break
Loneliness is my dear
I am the only profiteer
It doesn’t always really suit
But still feels pretty goods
It kills me, the pain
Feels like going insane
How much can I take
Untill, till I get a break