Every day life infuses me with all its nonsenses,
these no-entry signs that mangle my innocence.
The self-righteous ponder, the others spend money or rather compensate.
Our wretched lives are hanging in the balance of an uncaring world.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just old fools stuck on a rock.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just nonsensical stories.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just arms of one-armed bandits1
Now tell me, who are we?
And what do you expect?
Every day on earth people take less and less responsibility with themselves.
What more can they do to light up our fates even better?
Their goals are clear, it's the dollar, the crooks' stock exchange
And the business world that busies itself every day, the others don't matter
Now tell me, who are we?
Just old fools stuck on a rock.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just nonsensical stories.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just arms of one-armed bandits
Now tell me, who are we?
And what do you expect?
Now tell me, who are we?
Just old fools stuck on a rock.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just nonsensical stories.
Now tell me, who are we?
Just arms of one-armed bandits
Now tell me, who are we?
And what do you expect?
1. An English pun to compensate for all the lost French ones :-)