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Everything shines, everything is beautiful, and your friends are golden
You are a wise man, a millionaire, a powerful rogue
The drink goes down sweet, softens the cigarette
The smoke is scented, you rule in your car

The problem is that in the end comes the bill
The problem is that in the end you have to pay
What kills is that the waiter has a trident
And he will have eternity to collect

Everyone laughs at the joke that has no grace
Bad taste defines you, sculpted in Carrara
The problems belong to others
Only your life matters, scorn is your accomplice, falsehood is your friend

The problem is that in the end comes the bill
The problem is that in the end you have to pay
What kills is that the waiter has a trident
And he will have eternity to collect

The problem is that in the end comes the bill
The problem is that in the end you have to pay
What kills is that the waiter has a trident
And he will have eternity to collect