Dany Two

You laugh at stupid fate, if you're wearing red, find gold in a crate, is this what you do, always stay ahead, smile like a fool, know the latest rate, even from your bed, always come too late, give money to every school, tho' you've got no cred, who knows what’s true, Oh you carry weight, nothing you can’t shed, when it’s to your taste, in a time of feuds, will they call the Feds, arrange another curfew, cold grey slate, settles in your head, why hesitate, tell them you're dead.