Carouselle Songtext
von Tim Exile

We′re watching a brand-new show,
Disbelief's been put on hold.
We′ve got tickets right in the front row
To see the biggest thing that's ever been sold:
Dreams of our lifetimes wrapped in plastic
As seen advertised on the TV.

Cast a spell on them,
Pass a curse on them,
Pretend these dreams don't belong to them.
Let the silk of the spider′s web
Work its magic so they′ll pay for them.

Steal our dreams,
Steal our souls.
Sell 'em on to the corporates and back to the proles.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
One more brick between the rich and the poor.


Everything looks so bright and shiny
Outlined, embossed, in bold.
The dreams he have seem so ordinary
When these new ones are plated with gold.
Where do we get these silver linings
As seen advertised on the TV?

Cast a spell on them,
Pass a curse on them,
Pretend these dreams don′t belong to them.
Let the silk of the spider's web
Work its magic so they′ll pay for them.

Steal our dreams,
Steal our souls.
Sell 'em on to the corporates and back to the proles.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
One more brick between the rich and the poor.

We work so hard to dream
Into the night time.
Every morning it′s on the horizon,
Rising like the sun.
How do we get to the end of the rainbow
As seen advertised on the TV?


Cast a spell on them,
Pass a curse on them,
We'll profit from their dreams.
Straight through the night work to summon the force.
We'll seize the imagination.

Steal our dreams,
Steal our souls.
Send ′em home to their corporates and fight ′till it grows.
Look at the riff-raff and look at the cash.
Keep an eye on the accounts and keep out the trash.
Sell, sell, sell, sell, spin the carousel once more,
One more brick between the rich and the poor.