Lyrics:

Your face is painted on canvas
Bentley on the drive
Ocean-view penthouse
Diamonds for the wife
You got everything money can buy
You take what you want with a laugh and a lie
There is a thorn in your flesh
Your daughter's lecherous
Your picture is in the paper
Charity work for the poor
Professor of the innocent
On Sundays you praise the Lord
Running for governor since the day you were born
Your dream is waning, you loose control
There is a thorn in your flesh
Your daughter's lecherous