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Degeneracy is the stamp on the faces, on our faces. It's common for our guise
Hieronymus Bosch could use us as models for painting, and we should be there for sure the best
And any producer could take us as actors for grave horror movies with no, with no make-up
And our ruling political party, you know, and we know, and all know, had rot through
But we hold the power. We use all the money, to build the strong basements to glue
We clean dirty money. We're greeting dictators, the thieves. We say welcome and welcome to them
We moved the production abroad far away, as you know, far away, far away to the East
And laborers here are very expensive, yes, so expensive, we can not afford
The wind on the broken factories' windows is whispering here. But we don't listen to it
Toadstools of high buildings are growing up. In the city, we want to displace everything
And we don't care and don't want people unless just devoted servants, just near, around
We are on the way and we hold all the things in the places, right now