Benutzen Sie alternativ das DirectLink um den Song abzuspielen. | We are the soldiers of the market Wearing businessuniform Raise the profit is our target Selling weappons, drugs and porn We jet from Frankfurt up to Wallstreet We stick in each and every deal Don't you ask for responsibility There's nothing to reveal But at the weekend we're at home We kiss our kids goodnight We take our pretty wifes and enter pleasuredome We feel so high because we earn it Until we burn it... We are the keepers of the nature We're pricing animals and trees If you don't want to pay for your live Leave this planet, if you please But at the weekend... We are the cracks of inovation Lead you to virtuality We sell you hazy explanations And you turn to pay the fee But at the weekend... We were the soldiers of the market Still wear that same old uniform But now it seems like we have Sold ourselves... 2000 Mario Strack |