The Winner I want to win this wretched game I want the money and the fame I want to hear the music play To hear it drown the screams away Screams of people crying in pain For loss of things that I have gained I want to dine in the grandest style To satisfy myself on caviar and wine No scraps or morsels will remain To fill the starving children’s hollow frame I want to wear designer names The styles and colours, the latest craze Forget the beggar at the gate To scour the streets that is his fate I want to stand up smart and tall As I burst the bank at every mall With bags of things I’ll never need I’ll flurry past the man with no feet I’ll bling my way cross the street And simply smile at the woman who did not eat I want to hear them say my name As they speak of my wealth and fame I’ll pretend that I have no shame I’ll pretend that I am perfectly sane Not selfish, arrogant, proud or vain I’ll hide it all behind my name I want to take it all with me or stay and spend it lavishly The wealth, the fame, the place in high society I want it all my way, you see And when I win this wretched game There’ll be no one else to blame For all my splendid wealth and fame Is not enough to heal my deep and lonely pain For all my greed and selfish ways I win the prize of emptiness And so he thought he won this game How sad he’d feel if he could hear That all they do is laugh and sneer For in the end it was not gain All he had was wealth and shame. |