Fifty Billion Songtext
von Mike McClure

Well, fifty billion red Chinese don′t
Give a tinker's damn ′bout your troubles
Why don't ya move it on, mister?
Can't ya see it′s all a system that eventually will eat you?
They′ll be picking your pocket
While their saying, "Pleased to meet you"
Don't kid yourself, mister, it ain′t a gentleman's game
It′s a side show I've seen frame by frame

And I bet you heard the screamin′ come from underneath the bleachers
Somebody call the doctor, somebody call the preacher
There's a man been stabbed 30 times in the back
And everyone agreed it was a suicide pack
I saw 'em in the window waving at us
When somebody threw the body underneath the bus


And it all comes down to a handful
Of your close friends that are truthful
And promises you made when you′re youthful
They were just fairy tales
In a make-believe world all our own
We′re all kings on borrowed thrones
'Til they topple
And we all fall down eventually

Yeah, I don′t really mean to come down on you, mister
But I swear it's like talking to somebody′s little sister
And I'll never understand why we don′t stop and listen
To the old man marching at the end of his mission
Odds are in your favor, he'll know just what to do
He's crawled his ass what you′re walking through

And it all comes down to a handful
Of your close friends that are truthful
And promises you made when you′re youthful
They were just fairy tales
In a make-believe world all our own
We're all kings on borrowed thrones
′Til they topple
And we all fall down eventually


And it all comes down to a handful
Of your close friends that are truthful
And promises you made when you're youthful
They were just fairy tales
In a make-believe world all our own
We′re all kings on borrowed thrones
'Til they topple
And we all fall down eventually