All day he worshiped stones and rocks,
swear by tales which never existed,
blindly did those things his father did,
that son of a pest;
and then he nagged me,
that I follow the west.

I got no dreams to follow,
I got no song to sing,
I have no melody of my own,
all I want is to become rich;
he ****** my life,
that son of a *****.

He taught me to respect wealth and money,
he trained me to be a perfect a***ole,
he wasted my life like his own,
we share the mutual disrespect for each other;
then he call himself my well wisher,
just because he ****** my mother.