Ballad of the Prince - Mars Music Epic

So many fools in the wide world where can you go to hide? And many words, so many words that thoughts have grown tight And greed drives those mad, one and all — whom poverty will not befall. Methinks, it's about money — it's all about money! Prince, you were born an unhappy icon with handsome figure and beautiful face Vain prince chose a fool for wife, in friends — a villain base. So many fools on the big earth who trust the pomp of words, their worth He easily believed a liar — as to a wizard prophet dire. Delight still burns inside your eyes — you don't know what that really buys Methinks, it's about money — it's all about money! So many fools in the great world — they play at princes, what an absurd! The end is always one for all, But varied fates befall each soul They haughtily spit on those below not seeing faces in the crowd Methinks, it's about money — it's all about money! Here, Prince, the price — your fate — not in words, but on a stone — a date. Just flattering words, so false and sweet, They've brought you, my lord, To your final defeat. Original song "Ballad of the Prince". Music and lyrics by Mars Music Epic. 2026. All rights reserved. ( vocal ai)