May Your Kingdom Crumble

(Michael Facciani)

This details the story of a rich, successful, miserly man who seemingly has everything in life that money can buy, but his life is still empty, hollow, and unfulfilling because treats people badly. No one likes him, and he will eventually die and be forgotten by everyone.

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I always knew you were a miser, 
with all your money you’re no wiser, 
you got a huge mansion on the hill, 
but you treat people bad still.  

Butlers and servants see to your every need, 
oh, I can smell all your greed, 
you sit in your palace and gloat, 
you got a fleet of fancy cars and boats.  
What goes around comes around, though, 
there’s much more to life than all your dough. 

May your kingdom crumble, rich guy, 
you can’t take it with you when you die. 
Nothing matters when you’re six feet under, 
it’s too late to fix your blunders, 
I don’t care if your world is torn asunder.  

For decades you been treating everyone bad, 
but you’re the one that’s truly sad, 
you’re a billionaire I feel sorry for, 
because no one wants to come in your door, 
and on top of that, you’re a crashing bore. 

he devil waits for you at the gates of hell, 
because you don’t treat people very well.  
The big man upstairs cares what’s in your heart and spirit, 
the place called heaven, you’ll never get near it, 

God don’t care how much money you got, 
as you sail off in your yacht, when you croak, 
nobody will mourn, 
because you’re the meanest and greediest man ever born.
© Michael Facciani 2018