We talk about the poor how they cry for more

But our luxury web don't give a fuck about that

Aha aaha

And those ages think about those generous kings

It's a laughing disease that makes them please

Aha aaha

So open your eyes and see

These are the nineties, nineties

Open your mind and feel

This is the twentieth century

The chemical mist shall kill and twist

But our last patrol shall save it all

Aha aaha

It's money that talks like a stoned whore

But she sticks you in the back if you want to snap

Aha aaha

So open your eyes and see

These are the nineties, nineties

Open your mind and feel

This is the twentieth century