We Can't Quit

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