Everyone is entitled it seems
To something of which they've only dreamed
Our culture shouts "you've earned it!"
Advertising flashes "you need it!"
If we don't have one it's what we're sure to want
Not for need, but just for flaunt
Each new thing proclaims our status
Each new day a new thing is thrown at us
We want it our way and we want it now
There is a line of lenders to show us how
When I think of our lives here in the west
And how everyones dream is to have the best
I want to cry for those with real need
Who for our crumbs will beg and plead
I want them to share in our world's sublime
But I can't do it alone, because what I have is mine.