In the mine, he spent his time
Digging gold, he later sold
It was fine, I saw it shine
Light tenfold, brightest known
When we walked, the boulevard
Two bodyguards, on either side
People smid, bad plans they did
But he was hard, a diamond shard
His name was Art, he tore apart
Mine after mine, treasures combined
Poor at the start, grew rich he did
So rich he rolled, in golden gid
People attacked him, but he hit back
Always with gold packed, in a big sack
And when he did die, at golden age
I threw away, his gold in rage |