Self-Indulgence Is King

We are living in a secular world Covered by secular politics, We-are-given our secular-families Nothing has any meaning anymore So we spend, spend, spend, spend We spend little time with one another Self-indulgence is King Love is liquid, liquid love You can shop for And dropped if you haven't got the money or the time It doesn't matter if there are two groups, In this secular world Those who are superior or inferior Be on a different flight path, Self-indulgence is King Ask any rough sleeper if has he got any credit Upward mobility and he'll say no. The superiors don't look down or back. Not until they too crash and burn alone Democracy's spiritual secular nucleus is a big fat zero. They've no meaning, their lives are empty. That's when clutching nothing it all comes home. Self-indulgence isn't King of a principality of thieves. You better beg on your knees or lose that pious morality, please.