I'm leaving the Wat. To Buddhism no longer loyal.

I'm breaking my heart, as my compassion to the third world

turned to greed.

Bye bye, real McCoy, no ideals as if I was royal.

Now, I'm a material boy.

There's nothing in this world I don't think I need.

Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.

There'll always be new stuff to buy

and I'll expand my needs somehow.

I bought an iMac and mouse, a phone to go with my new spirit.

Next step might be a house, six bedrooms and a pool just for me.

I will live like a Tsar, the beggars chant won't hear it.

I'll have a boat, new TV and car.

And in my mouth a fat Cuban cigar.

Now I'm shopping, I'm not stopping.

There'll always be new stuff to buy

and I'll expand my needs somehow.

I'll expand my needs somehow I swear.