In the lap of luxury
You can say what you want
But no one will listen
'Cause you are caught in the trap of luxury
You can by all you need
But you can't share your greed
In the lap of luxury

Bubbles in the fridge and ladies in the back
Go out and paint the town
With every color, every shade of black
And let your hair hang down
Don't let 'em nag but show them the way
Nobody tells you what to do
But you just make sure that you stay the same
'Cause they don't care for you