Make shure all your designer cloths
Are stained third world blood red
Make shure all your Brain-washed children
Are clothed in cheep tabloid press
Once our Heroes were the Revolutionaries
Now the Revolution is dead
We think we are all on the side of angels
If you cant sell it then why bother?
Once we were the Holy children of God
Now we are the children of the Dollar

Sterile Children of the Dollar

In space the world looks so nearer
Just glistens like and exploding bomb
We all think we can live forever
We would sell our souls just to feel Love
Snort a white line of magic to stay together
We used to be the children of God
Now we are the children of the dollar


Aborted Children of the Dollar

Make shure your drug fuelled self-esteem
Is the one thing that you have left
Make shure all your worthless dreams
Are the only things you cant sell
Once our Heroes were the Revolutionaries
Now all that revolution means to us is death
No-one wants to be on the side of Devils
If it wont make any money why bother?
Once we were the Holy children of God
Now we are the children of the dollar

Murdered Children of the Dollar

In space the world looks so nearer
Just glistens like and exploding bomb
We all think we can live forever
We would sell our souls just to feel Love
Snort a white line of magic to stay together
We used to be the Children of God
We used to be the Children of God
We used to be the Children of God
Now we are the Holy children of the Dollar!


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Scarlatan, in the year 269 AF.