Pain Of Salvation: Dea pecuniae

[Miss Mediocraty:]"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face...and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are thedoorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey,do you wanna get out of here[Mr. Money:]Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorryYou've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. MoneyNow you want someone to hold yaAnd call when you're in townSomeone to calm you and confirm youWell, I'm here......to let you down'Cause outside these sexy carsAnd far from my trendy barsBehind these smiles...[Miss Mediocraty:]"...maybe go someplace..."[Mr. Money:]...And sunscreen...[Miss Mediocraty:]"...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!"[Mr. Money:]...And "Live the Dream!"s...[Miss Mediocraty:]"...and get to know each other..."[Mr. Money:]I am cold![Miss Mediocraty:]"...no?"[Mr. Money:]And mean![Miss Mediocraty:]"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'llbe a good girl, I promise!...or bad......whatever you like!"[Mr. Money:]Daily Finance - that's me in the ArmaniGotThree Mercedes 350, two FerrarisI Could have bought a Third World countryWith the riches that I've spentBut heyAll modern economics claim that I deservedEvery single centAnd the one time I'm the lesser halfIs when we split the tabSo here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's toHappiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...But most of all...Here's to Me!Here's to Me!Here's to Me!There will be nothing left...So...Here's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] Oh baby, baby)Here's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] I'll take care of you)Here's to Me!There will be nothing left...Nothing left......for you[Dea Pecuniae:]"If you're looking for fulfillmentA Kingdom and a CrownA Paradise of Free RidesI am here......to let you downI'll get you the sexy carsAnd a taste of divinityA glimpse of the StarsImmortalityBut then VanityWill leave you dried and scarred([Mr. Money:] That's right, oh, give it to me!)Here's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] Oh baby, baby)Here's to Me! ([Mr. Money:] You'll take care of me)Here's to Me!To me"[II. Permanere][Mr. Money:]But then when it's silentAnd the lights from the bars go downI need comforting'Cause somewhere there deep insideFeelings of loss ariseAnd I hate to lose![III: I Raise My Glass]They say it's lonely at the topThen I'm as lonely as can beBut I am not too sorryYou see, I've chosen this companyI got myself a winning teamIt's Me, Myself and IYou bet it's lonely at the top old friendsAnd I'm here today to tell you suckers why!(Dea Pecuniae!)Dea PecuniaeMoney rules...They claim that I get paid for my big ResponsibilityBut hey, you know...That is just a lame excuseFor my egocentricityThey say that we're really the same you and IAnd I truly do agreeYou seeJust like meYou live for meUntil the day you dieAnd so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I getpaid for my big responsibilityTo all of you who suck it up and pay my debtsTo all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environmentOr the povertyWell, maybe not more than marginally anywayGood for you!And you know what?Here's to you...And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cakefor free, for me to throw in the face of democracyFor those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendyAnd charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendyI salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your tableSo let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatestrecognition and credit of all times - cause after all, let's face it;that's the only "thank you" you will ever getSo come on now - raise your glasses!Here's to YOUThere will be nothing left - no!Nothing left......but money