Testo Luxus (engl.)

all the world is blissed out adrift in beauty sleep eager crowds are slurping down their oysters the watchword is refinement good taste gets all our votes everything is spotless frozen-faced good cheer we dance charmed circles knowing what will be, will be gladly give our leaders responsibility shut up with your sermons stop making such a fuss we're trying to have a party and you're not one of us doubts float away in fountains of champagne and cocaine helps to clear the head our dreams have faded gradually to nothing only the survivors become the chosen ones we dance... we wrap ourselves in cashmere and in silk all desires at last fulfilled ideals and hopes too boring to concern us luxury, that's it, the common bound we share loco on the mainline with the sidings all shut down crashing through the red lights to oblivion anyone against us better look out for his health welcome to the club where everyone's alone we dance...