Dea Pecuniae

”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 the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry

You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money

Now you want someone to hold you

And call when you're in town

Someone to calm you and confirm you

Well, I'm here...

...to let you down

‘Cause outside these sexy cars

And far from my trendy bars

Behind 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'll be a good girl, I promise!

...or bad...

...whatever you like!”

Mr. Money:

Daily Finance – that's me in the Armani

Got

Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris

I Could have bought a Third World country

With the riches that I've spent

But hey

All modern economics claim that I deserved

Every single cent

And the one time I'm the lesser half

Is when we split the tab

So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, 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 fulfillment

A Kingdom and a Crown

A Paradise of Free Rides

I am here...

...to let you down

I'll get you the sexy cars

And a taste of divinity

A glimpse of the Stars

Immortality

But then Vanity

Will 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 silent

And the lights from the bars go down

I need comforting

'Cause somewhere there deep inside

Feelings of loss arise

And I hate to lose!

III: I Raise My Glass

They say it's lonely at the top

Then I'm as lonely as can be

But I am not too sorry

You see, I've chosen this company

I got myself a winning team

It's Me, Myself and I

You bet it's lonely at the top old friends

And I'm here today to tell you suckers why!

(Dea Pecuniae!)

Dea Pecuniae

Money rules...

They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility

But hey, you know...

That is just a lame excuse

For my egocentricity

They say that we're really the same you and I

And I truly do agree

You see

Just like me

You live for me

Until the day you die

And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility

To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts

To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment

Or the poverty

Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway

Good 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 cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy

For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy

And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy

I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table

So let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times – cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get

So come on now - raise your glasses!

Here's to YOU

There will be nothing left - no!

Nothing left...

...but money