The Golden Age
We consume more and more
buying us to hell and back
filling our existence with things
and have nothing back to give
Golden Age you bring us down
Golden Age paint my home
Golden Age . . . build us up
. . . in the end we hit the ground!
Our minds is slowing us down
thinking of things that we don't own
we are guilty in charge, no money left
where does it going to end
Golden Age you are so rich
Golden Age you are my bitch
Golden Age . . . you drag us down
. . . in the end we hit the ground!!
Ground control to Master card owner
have you seen our special price
you can get 10 000 in credit
you can buy your own luck
Golden Age go on and on
Golden Age makes beauty in my home
Golden Age . . . safe and strong
. . . in the end we hit the ground!
Buying us straight to hell
lets leave . . . a short farewell
lets enter the journey . . . so long!
Money Money Money . . .
- Payback time is here
Golden Age has end . . .
so the money that we have spend
living for today . . . we have to pay
Golden Age are black . . .
- So give us . . . our life back!
Golden Age leave me alone . . .
Golden Age don't take my home!
Golden Age . . . dragging us down
. . . in the end we hit the ground!
- Money Money Money
. . . in a dead world!
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-09-06 at 19:31
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