Song of Success

Entertain us!
We have strived for success since childhood
And now we will die rich.
He didn't even try and he is not like us.
Well, you just had to not be lazy
And master the art of
shove with your elbows and walk over heads in time.

We have thrown all our strength into this
So now entertain us
We ordered a service
We cannot provide this service ourselves
All our strength went into the task of dying rich
And we will die rich, entertain us for now.

Oh loser, cry, you didn't even try.
Yes, our granddaughter-flower has feeblemindedness but she goes to Oxford.
This is success at the end of the road to success.
Because we walked over heads
Unlike you, loser.
So entertain us, we ourselves can't
But we will order any show service.

We will laugh if we are made to laugh
And we will cry if we are touched.
We will hire staff to think for us.
But we paid for it with our whole lives
Since childhood, we have been working our elbows to success.
And we will die rich
Unlike you clowns.
This is success
This is the path to success and success.

Ouija, we are drifting somewhere in the wrong direction, don't you think?
Terra's moods are really unpredictable.
What do you care about the dreams of these fat cats,
they have their own dreary hell.
And stop calling these ubiquitous grabs fat cats.
This is very insulting to cats.
Cats should be well-fed, this is good.
It was not Terra who sang, Mr. Whiskey.
Terra only accompanied.

Mr. Whiskey, I am waiting for an explanation.
Maybe you read a brochure about communism?
God, holy saints, the great Satoshi Kon, save us all from madness.
Madness is not scary for a madman?
Oh, thank you, I hope it was a compliment.

No, it's just that you've always been like this.
Nothing has changed.
And I really hope that it's still a compliment.
Are you expecting praise?
Ouija,
such prompter lines are just mean.
Really?