dea pecuniae

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  1. pain of salvationin be albümünün 7. şarkısıdır.Müzikte ufkun genişleme çabasıdır bir yandan da yaşamdaki potansiyel anlamsizligi gösterir.Kanimca scarsicke de cuk oturabilecek bir şarkıdır.Aslinda daniel olanlar dişinda,kadin vokaller oldukça vurucudur.
    (bkz: Sözlerini de yazayim tam olsun).
    Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw

    I. Mr. Money

    Miss Mediocraty:
    ”Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

    Mr. Money:
    Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I’m sorry
    You’ve seen me on TV, I’m Mr. Money
    Now you want someone to hold you
    And call when you’re in town
    Someone to calm you and confirm you
    Well, I’m here...
    ...to let you down
    ‘Cause outside these sexy cars
    And far from my trendy bars
    Behind these smiles...
    Miss Mediocraty:
    "...maybe go someplace..."
    Mr. Money:
    ...And sunscreen...
    Miss Mediocraty:
    "...more quiet, where we could... you know... talk!"
    Mr. Money:
    ...And “Live the Dream!”s...
    Miss Mediocraty:
    "...and get to know each other..."
    Mr. Money:
    I am cold!
    Miss Mediocraty:
    "...no?"
    Mr. Money:
    And mean!

    Miss Mediocraty:
    "How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
    ...or bad...
    ...whatever you like!”

    Mr. Money:
    Daily Finance – that’s me in the Armani
    Got
    Three Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
    I Could have bought a Third World country
    With the riches that I’ve spent
    But hey
    All modern economics claim that I deserved
    Every single cent
    And the one time I’m the lesser half
    Is when we split the tab
    So here’s to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here’s to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
    But most of all...

    Here’s to Me!
    Here’s to Me!
    Here’s to Me!
    There will be nothing left...
    So...
    Here’s to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
    Here’s to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take care of you)
    Here’s to Me!
    There will be nothing left...
    Nothing left...
    ...for you

    Dea Pecuniae:
    "If you're looking for fulfillment
    A Kingdom and a Crown
    A Paradise of Free Rides
    I am here...
    ...to let you down
    I'll get you the sexy cars
    And a taste of divinity
    A glimpse of the Stars
    Immortality
    But then Vanity
    Will leave you dried and scarred
    (Mr. Money: That's right, oh, give it to me!)

    Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: Oh baby, baby)
    Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take care of me)
    Here's to Me!
    To me"

    II. Permanere

    Mr. Money:
    But then when it's silent
    And the lights from the bars go down
    I need comforting
    'Cause somewhere there deep inside
    Feelings of loss arise
    And I hate to lose!

    III: I Raise My Glass

    They say it’s lonely at the top
    Then I’m as lonely as can be
    But I am not too sorry
    You see, I’ve chosen this company
    I got myself a winning team
    It’s Me, Myself and I
    You bet it’s lonely at the top old friends
    And I’m here today to tell you suckers why!
    (Dea Pecuniae!)
    Dea Pecuniae
    Money rules...
    They claim that I get paid for my big Responsibility
    But hey, you know...
    That is just a lame excuse
    For my egocentricity
    They say that we're really the same you and I
    And I truly do agree
    You see
    Just like me
    You live for me
    Until the day you die
    And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility
    To all of you who suck it up and pay my debts
    To all of you who think that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
    Or the poverty
    Well, maybe not more than marginally anyway
    Good for you!
    And you know what?
    Here's to you...
    And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
    For those who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
    And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
    I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
    So let’s raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times – cause after all, let's face it; that’s the only "thank you" you will ever get
    So come on now - raise your glasses!
    Here’s to YOU
    There will be nothing left - no!
    Nothing left...
    ...but money
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