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Money, money, money...
Alle Instrumente, Gesang und Drumprogrammierung:
Axel Kerber
©2002 Axel Kerber
Alle Instrumente, Gesang und Drumprogrammierung:
Axel Kerber
©2002 Axel Kerber
They say that money rules the worls in any way
Monea makes the world go round is all I hear them say
Business as usual is all that seems to count
As long as you have got your credit card, you never hit the ground
There's nothing in the world that money just can't buy
You buy yourself a piece of love or for your children when they cry
Commercial Terror, when you look at it but no one wants to quit
Obviously no one wants to know a way how we could get rid of it
There could be only one solution
To get rid of this awful substitution
No one else supposed to do except me and you
We've got to love, love, love what we do
Since everybody hates to do what everybody does
Everyone's excuse is I'm just working for the boss
Everybody wants to be like anybody else
So tell me please where has your faith gone to be just like yourself
We're following the leaders, we all know they don't exist
To look just like our heroes we're all doin' our very best
We're going down the one way road of our economy's law
Which tells us grow grow grow, grow grow grow
I think there's only one direction
To get rid of this horrible affection
No one else supposed to do except me and you
We've got to love, love, love what we do
Monea makes the world go round is all I hear them say
Business as usual is all that seems to count
As long as you have got your credit card, you never hit the ground
There's nothing in the world that money just can't buy
You buy yourself a piece of love or for your children when they cry
Commercial Terror, when you look at it but no one wants to quit
Obviously no one wants to know a way how we could get rid of it
There could be only one solution
To get rid of this awful substitution
No one else supposed to do except me and you
We've got to love, love, love what we do
Since everybody hates to do what everybody does
Everyone's excuse is I'm just working for the boss
Everybody wants to be like anybody else
So tell me please where has your faith gone to be just like yourself
We're following the leaders, we all know they don't exist
To look just like our heroes we're all doin' our very best
We're going down the one way road of our economy's law
Which tells us grow grow grow, grow grow grow
I think there's only one direction
To get rid of this horrible affection
No one else supposed to do except me and you
We've got to love, love, love what we do
