Lyrics

Flower shop

While the rich sleep in their mansions
The young and poor build them empires
With the grinding of their teeth
And the sweating of their brow
They add the final touches
As the rich go off to cabins
For their yearly holidays in the mountains
Once upon a time I was rich and didn’t care who’s toes I stepped on to make it to the top
I learned from the best
And I could get there once again
But my shift starts at noon at the flower shop

These are the things I can’t understand
Many people fallen under one command
The power isn’t in our hands