The Desires of Man

Ah, it's another morning Man is still running Trying to flee from Troubles But trouble won't chase you Because it doesn't have to Time will bring you back to hustle Hustle won't false you Because he holds your greatest desire Money! Money is like a prize Her beautiful voice Waked many men Made them toil And wet the grounds with sweat Made them cry As if their hearts had fallen Because their beautiful queens Had run away to chase money If wishes came through Man would've wished That he is ruler of money But money can't be ruled Even when it's just a perswa She found her way through But they are all Desires of Man