We're In Songtext
von Mario Strack

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′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 cracks of inovation
Lead you to virtuality
We sell you hazy explanations
And you turn to pay the fee

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 were the soldiers of the market
Still wear that same old uniform
But now it seems like we have
Sold ourselves