I didnt herit anything
even tought they had promiced me
from father all to me
wasnt anything to share
only a direction where to go
Speed was fast
to build this wretched
world to me alone
banks will back up
fly, boy, fly
we wandered to cities
and no mark was left to us
where came this mute nation
Who works like a madman
at evenings cuts down
barely to morning survives
with manly manner
plays with his toys
earth father carved out the land
fools heaven
it is and i asked for its price
now when i carve it out again
theres cock, chiken
teacher
tight and breast
with money you can get whole heaven
word we spread
our shinyest mission
to preach the message of joy
get a status
and make lots of money
under stockblacket
you cant feel the frost
there you fill this land
have joy and grief
but in secred from others