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(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler)(from the album "
In
Formation", 1995)he turns around the key of his Jaguarand whispers a shallow good bye to his wifeas the dark green lacquer'sreflecting the light of the uprising sunon the way to the vitreous office buildingsomeone on the radio tells the latest newsabout the starving part of the worldand the man with golden watch on his armlights a cigar as ten meters awaya rich old man is killedwith a chromium plated gunhe had a black car with bullet proof glassand a white house for a retired lifebut all the old man leaves behindis a red stain on the dirty grey asphalttime passes and no one is able to use itjust a game of selling and winningglorious and ruthless without space for looserssociety falls into deepest abstruseness'cause the children of wealth have never learnedto pay their scorea bright lightning lights up the horizonpeople running head over heelsand the voices of dayturn into screams in the night
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