Bittersweet Symphony —
Because it’s a bittersweet symphony This life Try to make ends meet You’re a slave to money Then you die
Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.
Because it’s a bittersweet symphony This life Try to make ends meet You’re a slave to money Then you die