Oyster

The world is your oyster
 And it rests in your hands
 But the oyster is dying
 When the gun is the soul of a man
 And as you drown in a pool of caviar
 The stars shine above
 You ignore the beauty and the miracle of life
 And all you money drips with blood
 Well I wanna make merry
 But my head is a wasp
 And the notion of kindness
 Is a joke and an albatross
 And as you drown in a pool of caviar
 The stars shine above
 You ignore the beauty and the miracle of life
 And all you money drips with blood.
 And as you drown in pool of caviar
 The stars shine above
 You become the carcass of a heartless slob
 And all you money drips with blood.
 And what about the piglet?
 Or the sturgeon's roe?
 Or those fellow species with their fortunes told?
 They don't share the value of a sausage roll
 And all your money drips with blood