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