Tattoed Millionaires

I was at a Harley bash this weekend out in Fourways. Something about the whole thing just seemed wrong somehow. These guys looked the part, but it was a facade, and behind the party something niggled me. These guys weren't bikers, they were loud, brash, and all that, but somehow .... *shrug*

Anyways, a song jumped out of my archives and it hit me. They were the Tattoed Millionaires of which Mr Dickinson spoke. You and all your entourage - to me youre all the same ... says it [i]perfectly[/i]

I'd like to edicate this song to the Harley Owners Group of South Africa.

Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess youre in

Front page news, you can share your views
With a population (that) wants to be like you
Out on the strip, out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the p.r. smiles

You and all your entourage - to me youre all the same
You and all your entourage - playing foolish games

I dont want your big city shining
I dont want your silver lining
I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I dont want your big city shining
I dont want your silver lining
I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire

Hes got a wife - she aint no brain child
Ex-mud queen of miami
In his stretch cadillac he keeps her in the back
With his cd player and his bottle of jack

L.A. dude, L.A. attitude
Laid back, selfish, and getting fat
Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other - running for cover

You and all your entourage - to me youre all the same
You and all your entourage - playing foolish games

I dont want your big city shining
I dont want your silver lining
I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I dont want your big city shining
I dont want your silver lining
I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I dont want your big city shining
I dont want your silver lining
I dont wanna be a tattooed millionaire