Fainénant

I use to be a slugabed And spendthrift with All my money Now I'm successful Like it's makeshift And I know I feel sad But sometimes I Done seen the greed The corrupt, the obscene Lost in paper-mate dreams Done seen the profligate And lascivious ohh And I had to correct them To make sure that They they fix themselves Music is spiritual Sustenance and substance Can heal itself And I said isn't effluvious Make things and not feel Doomed to life No more no more And you're faint Yeah your plush Yeah your fainténant And you wonder What could happen If you did something else And you thought about Were you to Go another way And you tried to tell me Why'd you wanna go away