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Between lines of coke and fancy boats
you forget to deal with what is real;
it’s so easy to gamble in front of a screen
when the chips you play
with are another man’s dreams...
Well, the time has come for us to pay
for pleasures reaped in numbers played
by golden boys in fancy suits
who never cared to hear the truth,
with fees up front, they never lose
tell me now, what should we say?
fuck that... I won’t pay
you came to us with magic deals,
you feed the dream, but nothing’s real-
just pay tomorrow, and we will see...
percentage points and variable loans,
the bubble bursts, I lose my home
but you don’t care, ‘cause you made your fee...
The time has come for us to pay
for the fancy words and games you played
with a future built on stacks of hay
but the fire’s lit, we’re up in smoke,
I keep on hoping this is just a joke-
Tell me now, what should I say?
700 billion dollars is so much more
than I could ever count too
I can’t even feed my kids, so tell me
why should I pay for you?
du bist veruckt wenn du dengst
das ich fur deine mercedes zahlen werde...
Jetzt kannst du laufen
Wie alle die normale leute
tu rêve si tu crois
que je paierai pour tes étés à St Tropez…
Quand tu te fais faire des massages sur mon dos
Je trouve ça un peu culoté…