The richest man in the world
Hade en dröm inatt. Jag tror det gick unjefär såhär:
On a bench in a park lies the richest man in the world
With a empty liqour bottle in a paper bag he's
sleeping he's troubles away
He's got no family to go home to
People walking by casting mocking faces down on him
But he dont know
Because..
He's in a dream land
where everything is fine
and every story haves a happy ending
where people is always smiling
and no hostility exists
In this place
he stays
untill the clock strikes 6 and
it's time to go to work
Behind he's desk he sits all day
Bossing people around
he know what they are saying about him
when hes not around
But he dont mind
because..
He's in a dream land
where everything is fine
and every story haves a happy ending
where people is always smiling
and no hostility exists
In this place
he stays
untill the clock strikes 9
and the office closes
He's driving home
in he's brand new ford
The smell reminds him
of the dog he used to have
when he was 5
back then
he was happy
he had no worries
he was safe
but now
he's never safe unless
He's in a dream land
where everything is fine
and every story haves a happy ending
where people is always smiling
and no hostility exists
In this place
he will stay
untill he's time has come,
