पैसा

Blocking the light that shines upon me
I decided to move toward my shadow
Moving toward eternal glory
The glory shrouded by the darkness below

While you were busy counting your jewels
I laboured and reached the guiding light
I touched the Sun and charred my fingers
As my eye was blinded with rays so bright

Wherever I go, turn silver to gold
Strike oil in the middle of wasteland
Selling my soul to the master called money
My head sucked off its final strand

Going green at the sight of "green"
Surfing through the crests of success
Wiped out when I finally reached the shore
My paper empire begins to regress

Consumed by my own power
Drowning in my own pools of money
There's no such thing as a last laugh
In a rich man's world... it isn't Funny!!!