Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Owen Pallett
Son, son
We've got to run away from inheritance
Son, son
I must allow you to learn of sustenance
None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry
I wish, I wish for you a lifetime of labor
Hard days make peaceful nights
None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry