You could have it all, you could have it all
You could have luxury cars
And oh not, not very far away
Help you get away, get away from me
You could roll down town
Jetting such fine things
Riches any earthly kings
Oh floatin' top
Why walk? Why walk?
Why walk? Why walk?
You could have diamonds
Silver, gold and ruby rings
You could have such things
You could have it all, you could have it all
You could have all pairs of designer jeans
And all that means
Stuffed with the fattest cock and the sweetest pussy
This world has ever seen
You could have all these things
You could have all these things
You could have all these things
Because you could have it all
You could have it all
You could have it all
It wouldn't matter much
It wouldn't matter much at all
It wouldn't matter much
It wouldn't matter much at all
Because one of these nights around 12 o'clock
Oh, this old world's gonna really rot
Burning blood's gonna fall 'til it raises the roof
And nothing's gonna turn, be fireproof
And love won't save ya
No, love won't save ya
No, love won't save ya
No, love won't save ya
And your gold won't save ya
And the fact that your own won't save ya
And all your cries won't save ya
And no big box is gonna save ya
And your guns won't save ya
Being young won't save ya
No, the night won't save ya
Being right won't save you
And no, not love won't save ya
And love won't save ya
No, love, no love, no love
No, love won't save ya
No, love won't save ya
At least not the love you're thinking of
No, not the love you're thinking of
It's not the love you're thinking of
No, not the love you're thinking of
No love, no love, no love