R.I.P. on Park Ave.
Read some books and found love in the desert
On the Island, kings tower over peasants
Dreams change, these are not mid-western
Holes in the market, taught the world a lesson
Princess checks into rehab
Mother's soul watches over us on Park Ave.
Peasants sit and gasp
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Built an empire who would've imagined
Felt alone in rooms filled was laughing
Stripping down just to dress up the masses
Looking bare underneath all the fashion
Wrote some books that sent the boy out So-Ho
Two-thirds of the year spent on the road
Dead eyes in the camera no soul
Cut the brass tacks burning up Bobby Gold
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, shadowed by the no show
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, shadowed by the no show
Princess checks into rehab,
Mother's soul watches over us on Park Ave.
Peasants sit and gasp
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, shadowed by the no show
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, at the sun
On the Island, kings tower over peasants
Dreams change, these are not mid-western
Holes in the market, taught the world a lesson
Princess checks into rehab
Mother's soul watches over us on Park Ave.
Peasants sit and gasp
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Built an empire who would've imagined
Felt alone in rooms filled was laughing
Stripping down just to dress up the masses
Looking bare underneath all the fashion
Wrote some books that sent the boy out So-Ho
Two-thirds of the year spent on the road
Dead eyes in the camera no soul
Cut the brass tacks burning up Bobby Gold
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, shadowed by the no show
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, shadowed by the no show
Princess checks into rehab,
Mother's soul watches over us on Park Ave.
Peasants sit and gasp
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Hard to believe one can be rich and sad
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, shadowed by the no show
Left an empty seat, reached for it, let go
Staring at the sun, at the sun
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Writer(s): Saqib Imam
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