Everyone wants to be a star, but no one wants to be a planet
Everyone hangs out in bars where no one is honest
Everyone wants everyone to love them, but no one loves everyone
Everyone wants everyone to love them
Yes, but no one, no one, no one loves everyone
In Cash City
Everyone has ideas they borrowed from the TV
Everyone has his habits, everyone has his costume
Everyone is an impostor, everyone is his own hero
Everyone owns a Marilyn Monroe poster
Everyone wants everyone to love them, but no one loves everyone
Everyone wants everyone to love them
But no one, no one, no one loves everyone
In Cash City
Sometimes we go out in Cash City,
In the towers of boredom
Everyone wants to gain altitude, altitude
In Cash City, a city which is only beautiful at night
When the eyes which beg everyone dance with its solitude
Its solitude, in Cash City
Everyone dreams of love, each has his sex tale
And when the day rises again, everyone remains disappointed
Everyone pulls his little act and dances alone in a corner
Everyone has the same porno dream, the one where they hold each other's hand
In Cash City
Everyone wants to be someone 'cause no one loves no one
Everyone wants to be someone before the bell tolls
Everyone wants everyone to love them, but no one loves everyone
Everyone wants everyone to love them
But no one, no one, no one loves everyone
In Cash City
Sometimes we go out in Cash City,
In the towers of boredom
Everyone wants to gain altitude, altitude
In Cash City, a city which is only beautiful at night
In the eyes which beg everyone, dances with its solitude
Its solitude!