Designer clothes, glittering cars,
A million buck fragrance,
Costly drink at the bars,
Flying in chartered planes,
Your so called stars ,
Celebs at the parties,
Smoking cigars .

Oh, you like calling it high society ?
Then please do, mister,
I can take facts with ease.
I've been a slave to it, since so long,
I know how fucking high it is.

Fucking brats of billionaire dads,
Acting cool with pricey fags,
Bitches roaming in alluring rags,
All slaves like me, of tempting fads.

The ocean aint lookin the same
The café don’t look friendly anymore
On the sand I write your name
Trying to pacify your soul
Rest in peace sweetheart
Don’t worry if my eyes are sore

Down with the sun you are
Gone with the tide you are
Faded in the wind you are
Never fading from my heart

Once on a teeming square
A guitarist came and played a song
A Rabbi walked to him and said
“My dear friend, the song you play
Proves my existence wrong”
“Pay no heed to me sir”, said the singer
I am a novice, you are the master
The Rabbi smiled, and went on
“I stayed in parish since I was born
Read books of religion
On the way along
Said prayers in the church
Joint hands at the synagogue
But never did I feel, love for The God
Like I did when I listened your song
I guess…
There is God in music, there is God in duty
There is God in people, there is God in beauty
There is God in love, a sense of security
Sad though it may sound
There is no God in Rabbi”