You’d swap it all, swap it in a second
From bust to boom, you’d uproot it in a session
Something bigger beckons, you could have investors
More than a line of work, it’s a line of living that impresses
Too refined for the wretched, yo where’s the respect
In that? No need to mention that, they’ll get defensive
Where your new friends live, nothing’s too expensive
Cursed to be the subject of envy
Ya met with Saudi princes in penthouse suites
Where you joke about a run for a senator’s seat
Turnbull know as well as Berlesconi know it to be
Cash rules everything around me, cream get the
Money, do as Donald Trump did and brother keep
It coming, keep your motor and Moey running
Pimped out steady slumming, son of a mogul
Daughter of a magnate, both agreeably noble
And you would swap it all to be connected with an oligarch
An army of aristocrats with their collars up
Button up in Zurich, undo em in Florida
Never let em know that you were once a commoner
Can it be, that you above the canopy
It’s taken more than touching wood, it’s all good
Glory bound but heavy is the head that wears the crown
So don’t look down
You’d swap it all, swap it for the jewels
Ain’t I ain’t talking about the trash around the neck of fools
Talkin Tutankhamen and enough to fill up pools
When you take em from the tombs you can set your own rules
You don’t need a getaway with a fleet of Bentleys/
Billion dollar black holes does not imply it’s empty
Same shit different century, triple A reserve
Evening gowns, black tie and hor’deurves
You could swap it for the burbs, the lawn
And the letterbox, a legacy your daughter will be the heiress of
Then she’ll never miss the charm of an arms dealer
Softened by his diamonds and chinchilla
He’ll look around the hall and whisper that they’re all killers
Make love in the master room of the king’s villa
Become a narcissistic dame with an insecure son
Blazer wearing cocky little cunt
Loves the hunt the thrill of killing rabbits
Hates his trophy wife and her heroin habit
They live in different wings of the mansion
And Let their kids run loose cos they can pay off any ransom
Can it be, that you above the canopy
It’s taken more than touching wood, it’s all good
Glory bound but heavy is the head that wears the crown
So don’t look down
You’d swap it all every litre of blood
If it left you with the bloodline of a landowner, what wouldn’t you handover?
No need to keep the coupon on the ticket stubs
Someone else can cut the lantana while you cut the lambada
Doesn’t matter that your grandfather owned nothing
Now you’re selling gas pipelines to the Russians
And kissing cousins is as cool as fuck
Cos it’s better than a mongrel, better than an uncle
The ear of a general, the mouth of his daughter
She giving you much better head than the wife of the former
Stakes are increasing in tempo just like Zorba
Millionaires who get sent to trial cry paupers
Skate like Torvill & Dean over the system
Invitations from the queen to Sunday Christians
You don’t need to know the rules to break it/ cos
You were born to make it/ take it all the way it’s automated
Wait up can it be/ that you above the canopy
It’s taken more than touching wood, it’s all good
Glory bound but heavy is the head that wears the crown
But don’t look down...
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