You may own an airplane Fly all over the world Got your silver and gold Diamonds and pearls But one things for certain When your time is up Its ashes to ashes Dust to dust you cant run, run, run, run, run Sure cant hide When the master calls your number Better be ready for the ride Got your friends in high places Turn your wrongs into right Got your doctors and lawyers Girlfriends and wife But when that hearse comes rolling On your final day Aint nobody there can help you When they carry you away You may own a bank Mansion on the hill Light your cigars With a 100-dollar bill But when your race is run And its time to go All the money in the world Cant help you no more