Hobos and landlords

Walking from door to door
Like a hobo
The landlords don't accept my payment (my payment)
They think it's too low
For their standards
Constantly seeking something better (something better)
Something they'll crave, Something they'll never keep
If their mind will quickly spoil it
They will instantly set it free
Chorus:
They'll turn Ferrari into Polonaise
A manor into shack
A diamond into stone
Beauty into ugliness
They'll set a carp free
Thinking about a bigger fish
Verse:
And they are in their vicious circle
Of their superficial attituted
Superficial dreams
Going forward
Into abyss
They are seeking what's non existent
Pursuing what's inconsistent
Making it too distant
And ignoring what' worth their
Love
Musical bridge